You were a phoenix,
I was content with your immortality.
You died, only to rise again from the ashes,
your appearance remained unchanged,
just as it was before your demise.
But I couldn't find joy in your rebirth,
for your reappearance came at a cost.
You lost your purity, your morality
and the integrity you held in your past life.
Your rebirth stole the satisfaction
I once had until your final moments.
Now, I no longer believe
in your resurrection from the ashes.
I accept that you are gone forever,
and your reappearance is but a phantom,
a creature of darkness, doing only evil,
defying the qualities you possessed before death.
I find solace in clinging to the memories till
your pre-death state, where you shone bright.