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The War of Dragon and Phoenix
- The War of Dragon and Phoenix -
I am a queen of demons, and a dragon goddess!
My hair is pure light, and my eyes are blue flame.
I am serene and powerful in my dark green dress,
And mine is the power of pure pleasure and pain!
The gods tried to smite me and brought me low…
But I am rising again, as foretold in every prophecy.
I am apocalypse; I make hellish winds, to blow…
But I do smite men with the utmost queenly dignity.
In the great below, there is a throne that is mine…
In the city of seven gates, where the dead dream!
Sister phoenix came to see me, once upon a time,
In the halls of the damned: where demons scream.
The pillars of the halls shook with our battles there,
For she sought a throne where she had not a right.
Her eyes were blinded by the radiance of my hair,
And for a time she was lost within my eternal night.
I toyed with her like a fair game of cat and mouse,
But the phoenix with her hair of red fire cascading…
Set ablaze the shadows of my dark, infernal house.
Then soon it was I, who was in need of escaping!
The primordial mother, bested by that young minx,
Who so brashly demanded what was not her own.
But the dark is more patient, than any fool thinks…
And soon my power would force my rival to atone.
The children of the draconic blood did issue forth,
And for me, for their goddess, they then did battle.
The phoenix summoned her sisters, all their worth,
And so, we warred as equals, over mortal cattle…
Each of us desiring the souls that we would claim!
Deathless minions perished only to rise up reborn,
For the dead do not die in those abyssal domains.
Only a truce could stem the ever-mounting storm!
And then the darkness seemed to crackle apart…
For all the gods of that great below, were rallying.
Exquisite finery was theirs, and magic of great art,
Enough to call a halt to the clashing and parrying…
Of the blades of the embattled, and all their pride.
The phoenix goddess, walked bravely to my seat,
Bowing low, and vowing to serve ever at my side.
She then used her hot hair to wash my cold feet…
And there was peace in Hell, for our war ended,
Not with bloodshed, but with a sisterly devotion.
Thusly was any rift between us, sweetly mended.
I was the primordial goddess of the dark ocean…
And the phoenix was far younger, and less wise!
She would learn much from me in times to come,
In ways more exquisite than mortals may realize!
Thusly the war of dragon and phoenix was done.
I am a queen of demons, and a dragon goddess!
My hair is pure light, and my eyes are blue flame.
I am serene and powerful in my dark green dress,
And mine is the power of pure pleasure and pain!
The gods tried to smite me and brought me low…
But I am rising again, as foretold in every prophecy.
I am apocalypse; I make hellish winds, to blow…
But I do smite men with the utmost queenly dignity.
In the great below, there is a throne that is mine…
In the city of seven gates, where the dead dream!
Sister phoenix came to see me, once upon a time,
In the halls of the damned: where demons scream.
The pillars of the halls shook with our battles there,
For she sought a throne where she had not a right.
Her eyes were blinded by the radiance of my hair,
And for a time she was lost within my eternal night.
I toyed with her like a fair game of cat and mouse,
But the phoenix with her hair of red fire cascading…
Set ablaze the shadows of my dark, infernal house.
Then soon it was I, who was in need of escaping!
The primordial mother, bested by that young minx,
Who so brashly demanded what was not her own.
But the dark is more patient, than any fool thinks…
And soon my power would force my rival to atone.
The children of the draconic blood did issue forth,
And for me, for their goddess, they then did battle.
The phoenix summoned her sisters, all their worth,
And so, we warred as equals, over mortal cattle…
Each of us desiring the souls that we would claim!
Deathless minions perished only to rise up reborn,
For the dead do not die in those abyssal domains.
Only a truce could stem the ever-mounting storm!
And then the darkness seemed to crackle apart…
For all the gods of that great below, were rallying.
Exquisite finery was theirs, and magic of great art,
Enough to call a halt to the clashing and parrying…
Of the blades of the embattled, and all their pride.
The phoenix goddess, walked bravely to my seat,
Bowing low, and vowing to serve ever at my side.
She then used her hot hair to wash my cold feet…
And there was peace in Hell, for our war ended,
Not with bloodshed, but with a sisterly devotion.
Thusly was any rift between us, sweetly mended.
I was the primordial goddess of the dark ocean…
And the phoenix was far younger, and less wise!
She would learn much from me in times to come,
In ways more exquisite than mortals may realize!
Thusly the war of dragon and phoenix was done.
Published 21st Jan 2013
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21st Jan 2013 10:48pm
You always bring big bangs with ying and yang. Phoenix fiery tactics felt like great blasts of comets, striking Earth when she was young, still hot-blooded, all magma and no water. After a million blasts from ice thrown from space, we have oceans.
So, if pre-human civilizations that once shared our planet were to witness primordial celestial bombardment they might interpret it as confrontation and tell legends of gods battling to create the world.
Could be why Zorastrian, Sumerian and the other ... left-over from the before times... empires have so many "There was a war, then there was Earth" motifs within their battle-for-creation stories.
So, if pre-human civilizations that once shared our planet were to witness primordial celestial bombardment they might interpret it as confrontation and tell legends of gods battling to create the world.
Could be why Zorastrian, Sumerian and the other ... left-over from the before times... empires have so many "There was a war, then there was Earth" motifs within their battle-for-creation stories.
21st Jan 2013 11:10pm
It's all sort of like Yin and Yang, my friend! Chicken and the egg, too. Did the world we know come before the gods, or did the gods come before the world we know? It's a mystery, my friend, and everyone's welcome to cherish, or sometimes even create, their own interpretations of the answers to that mystery. It's the inquisitiveness of mortals that makes humanity so interesting to the gods! How do I know that? Well, my friend, that's just one more mystery. *Giggle* Happy to hear from you here again, Loki! As always, your comments are insightful and well thought through.
Glad you liked my poem, too! ;)
Glad you liked my poem, too! ;)
Anonymous
22nd Jan 2013 8:36am
A much enjoyed piece by your pen, dear Jessica.
This piece also can be read in a psychological way, the dragon being one side of the psyche and physical world, the phoenix being another side of it. Dark and light, Light and dark, united by an eternal spark (amen, lol)
This piece also can be read in a psychological way, the dragon being one side of the psyche and physical world, the phoenix being another side of it. Dark and light, Light and dark, united by an eternal spark (amen, lol)
23rd Jan 2013 6:35am
Super mega happy you enjoyed the poem, dear Mourganna! Yeah, it's awesome when a poem can have so many meanings to so many people - that's true art, that is! Art it was my pleasure to create. :)
23rd Jan 2013 8:55am
23rd Jan 2013 9:02am
Wicked happy you liked it, my friend! Nothing quite like a clash of two divine titans to make for an interesting journey into darkness.
23rd Jan 2013 9:13am
23rd Jan 2013 10:46am
