The rocks toppled over and crashed into a million bits,
the abyss was deep.
It drew its long slender claws around the edge of the cliff firmly gripping on.
A gust of smoke spat out as it drew its breath.
The warm summer breeze blew over its glistening skin.
The desert with its red and golden sands
stretched as far as the eyes could see.
Looking for an escape
could lead to an unlikely build up of despair.
No matter what the escape.
In the distance the Red hills stood majestic,
Its crevices weeping to tell the tales of time gone by.
The time gone by, alas the rocks do not speak.
The tales are but heard in the lore.
The stories of old women who sing around the fire.
They sway and sway,
to trust these tales from them?
They sing of a dark summer night,
the night which their fathers awaited
the night when the moon mother would give birth
that night the moon mother gave birth
Birds with wings of the strength to pull the earth away
their eyes glistened like gemstones
plucked out of the womb of the moon
Their skin glistening in the pale moonlight
The red hue unmistakable
These birds neared the Fathers
as they waited in anxiety
These birds
Their breath, warm
Their breath ,fire
It drew its long slender claws around the edge of the cliff firmly gripping on.
A gust of smoke spat out as it drew its breath.
The warm summer breeze blew over its glistening skin.
With one mighty leap the bird darted off
It soared
and soared higher
the old women watched
their sons watched
and their sons
all in anxiety
for the dark summer night
was here again.
It soared high till no eye could witness it.
Then all was plunged in darkness
The bird was hungry
Its breath drew Fire
It hungered for more fire.
It went after more fire
The untamed beast could have known no better.
The dark summer night was here again
the night which their fathers awaited
the night when the moon mother would give birth
The night the bird fed
fed on the sun,
The dark summer night was here again,
here to stay,here for good.
