The Chrysalis Sets Free The Butterfly Poem by Roy Ballard

It's time to let the magic from your tongue;
fire rockets to the stars across the night;
time for unspoken verses to be sung;
it's time for hidden things to catch the light.
In heat unbearable clear gems arise;
they crystallise in rock, in earth and slime;
they struggle out and open flashing eyes
which opened once will last as long as time.
The chrysalis sets free the butterfly.
Excalibur is loosed in Arthur's hand.
The sword-sweep of the Seventh Samurai
cuts down the final brigand of the band.
The best honed steel prevails when swords are played
and so it is when poetry is made.