To Market, Father rode this morning.
He's come back with news —
Three men had vanish'd in the night.
Now town-guards want some clues.
The three fell out a tavern —
Cursing, drunk and bold.
Some folk had overheard them mocking,
Joking about gold,
With plans of catching phoenix tears
To have the magick sold.
Father warns: "When town-guards ask,
Tell them you know naught.
And of the Lightning Blast last night,
Tell them you've no thought."
Still the phoenix sits upon
The world in fearsome form,
With a gash upon her head
And the beauty of a storm.
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The Phoenix on the Roof
Poetry"Still the phoenix sits upon / The world in fearsome form, / With a crown upon her head / And the beauty of a storm." Newfound World, c. 1699: A phoenix nests on the roof of a house in a small colonial town, sending ripples throughout the community...
