May 27, 2005

From a burning cliff’s edge

A bird flew from a hedge

Its call was of the purest sapphire

Its flight truer than the sun’s fire

In the fading sunset haze

The clouds catch the crimson blaze

And the sea is aflame

As the whole earth hears the name

With a livid dragon’s roar

The name comes before

And all who hear the call

Are rent to their souls and fall

Then a soaring hand will shatter

The glass of the skies’ boundaries scatter

Forth will come a host so great

The might of the universe will know its fate

Hence will come a cry for the element

Never again to be a gift freely sent

Instead, at last, is the great reward

As the host flourishes, grows and marches forward


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