The Magma Birds

Dragonflies with crystal wings,
Dart down the dancing stream,
Above in heaven a cherub sings,
As on the ground is born a dream.

The flames lick the sleeping night,
Below the diamond stars,
Good and evil cease their fight,
To gaze longingly for hours.

They float above the stars so high,
With every gliding grace,
Silver talons flash across the sky,
As fire flies at such startling pace.

These Magma Birds with breasts ablaze,
A deep and bloody red,
Fly away with proud heads raised,
To wake the fire from it’s bed.

Righteous creatures of brilliant flame,
Rest upon pillars of ice,
To the untaught eye they seem the same,
But you shall never see the same bird twice.

Frosty towers melt beneath scorching claws,
The Magma Birds dive below,
A sapphire the sea to satisfy their cause,
To sit and watch their power grow.

And still they remain beneath our feet,
The life-force of our world,
Creation and destruction meet,
The Tale Of The Magma Birds.