Beyond the scarlet skies of dawn
Between the stars she is reborn.
Amidst nebulas, from the chaos
She rose above the sun to save us.
No mercy held her glaze of flame
Until an old one called her name
She sought him out within the crowd
He prayed and hoped to make her proud.
She mouthed a word of times of old,
A word this old one has been told,
She spread her wings and rose her beak,
And from it came a piercing shriek.
Her cry of anguish crushed our souls
It left them charred and burned to coals.
She blew her fire with her wings
She gave us light that her kind brings,
She made us more than we have been
She made us hers, she marked our skin.
We knew our purpose from then on
She made us scions of the dawn.
Scions of the dawn
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