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