All night the Griffin and Phoenix mated
they didn't stop until first light
you could say that the result was fated
the diamond eggs they produced were a wonderful sight
The eggs split open and 4 phonigriffs fell into the nest
Golde bodies covered with blue fire match their eyes
each one with brilliant white feathers covering their chest
the cliff side ringing with their hungry cries
Experimentally their spread their tiny wings
as their father goes fishing before he gets weak
a gentle song their mother sings
to soothe the sound of hungry beaks
Bound to be creatures immortal
by any means they cannot die
and if any of them were doomed to fall
from the ashes again they would fly
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