A phoenix needs to burn to born again

It was flying high in the sky, its wings wide and powerful over a distant earth. Unreachable, almost divine and then its started to burn and fall. Its grace quickly became a grotesque spasm, a screaming picture of despair.
Fire, fire, burning bright until nothing has left to sight. And in that nothing but ashes a new feeling will born, stronger and proud it will furrow the sky.

Archetype

Sometimes what you thought was gone, lost along the way, all of a sudden came back. It has different eyes and a different shape but you immediately recognize it.