Out of ash, into words, the Phoenix
Rose at dawn.
Knew the Scorpion and the Dragon,
Dipped it's wings...soared on.
Earth was molten in this morning...
By noon, the dinosaurs...
By three, Cro Magnon painted caves...
By six, they settled Mars.
The Phoenix flew past Mercury
Into the dying sun.
By becoming ash once more
It knew the Flame...and won.
Sanctus Lucem! Lucem! Lucem!
Each knew of the other...
Meaning and it's knife...
Dragon raised one crippled wing.
Scorpion judged it's life.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/origin-of-the-flame-8/
