Into the empty corridors br Of the night does she wake br An immobilizing blankness filling br The precincts of her skin and bones br The skin torn into rags br The bones crushed to smitherens br There in an insignificant corner br Lies a heap of her ashes of many a death br A whirlwind of unknown origin br Scatters the ashes far and wide br The phoenix can never rise br Negating all myths br br Much to her surprise br She continues to roam br In those empty corridors br The shallowness of her breath br Echoing loud through her exhausted lungs br br 18apr2010 br 22.