Wings of Ash

Wings of Ash

We sisters wake up with the day

And rise in fire to the sun

The eldest burns in red and gold

The second shines orange in the dawn

I am the youngest Firetouched

Awhirl with white and smoky blue

And though my sisters love me dear

They mourn my skybright hue.

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that coloured wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.

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My elder sisters loved the dawn,

And flew amid the morning rays

They lived to bask in fading dusk

But I loved clear skies lit ablaze

One morning we woke not to light

But from a hunting-horn and bay

before we left our hollow oak

The eldest said that we must stay

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that coloured wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.

We hid inside our mother oak

Our wings of fire wrapped in shade

While hound and horn gave out the call

That was our duty to be made

Would that the huntsmen passed us by

But day by day as if by whim

They hunted in our quiet grove

my sisters grew darker and dim.

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that coloured wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.

I knew my sisters couldn't last k

So when the seventh morning came

I told them fly to the northern oak and

Use the sun while their wings still flame

“Oh sister sister say not so

We’ll make it all

“No I shall lead them to the south

And catch the their eye withblue”

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that colouredk wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.

The skylit up and the horns rang out

Over the hunt I sore set forth

The men gave chase as I flew south

And hoped my sisters passage north

Before I'd flown an hour out

My flames so weak from fear and rest

I perched upon a white birch limb

And felt an arrow pierce my breast

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that coloured wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.

I am a Phoenix of the sun

No bird of flame will greet the earth

The scorching wood will hit the ground

But I will rise in ashen mirth

The blue tinged flames of sapphire gleam

Fade softly from my gentle white

My heart is cold, my wings of ash

Now powder grey in morning light

In spring we call wild birds to bower

In summer song the wildflower

In autumn cry that coloured wilt

In winter silence soft and stilled.