For all lore there is a truth.
Listen now to the firebird
which at midnight appears
in gardens and fields
there it sits on its gilded pole
to illuminate the night
as a flash of thousand lights.
for gold and silver shone
and eyes for gemstones.
Even for a feather it
would shine for a dark room
to turn into brightness
Only for fruits of eternity
is it then nourished
those which grants youth
beauty and immortality,
Remember the Greek myth!
Into this world flew;
It was here the other night!
for on the street
its twilight feathers found -
then in the temple
of our love for a ritual -
did I make an altar
for an egg I have of it.
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