Red wine was breed from a songbird in vibration.
Rainbow silk milk flows from the feathers down on the jewel.
That jewel is then coated as a pearl, born of nothing and is something.
The songbird's voice drowned in black tar elasticized to false mutiny.
The tears of mermaids were in hues of blue, green and purple droplets.
While the tears of angels where gold, silver and bronze nuggets.
The nymphs collects these tears and ate them for their daily.
Their imperfections were born of lightning and thunder.
Yet they could conquer all the fool's gold the land could offer.
Black ink mixed with oil in hues of memory bubbles and Swirled into a black rainbow callused in dry ice.
The concoction saturating the lightning and thunder
To veins of a demon raged with war and insanity.
Only to disappear into nulled smokes.
Liquid lights of the full moon solidified into the blood of a dragon. Its eggs were obsidian jewels of future newborns.
Their existence were plentiful roaming through the azure lands.
Now they are rare for they were slaughtered to extinction.
Their jaws did not flow jewels of aragonite and calcite, but a redox of blood and serpentine flesh.
The slayers were of rusted blades and broken handles and
Received no gold or silver for their wishes of riches.
They didn't slay a richly breed dragon,
But a lowly serpentine of their illusive desires.
While the true Dracos lay hidden away from human epitomes.
These concoctions mixed into more toxins to more lightless feathers.
Pressing the feathers together, they died into ashes.
If the ashes were of from burned, brittle endoskeletons,
Could they bring the dead along their buried riches?
Even if so these ashes were debris of broken keratin.
Mutiny of the innocent serpent was sent to its slaughtering
Into the pyros remains of smoke and a corrupted rainbow. If this spectrum was created from a storm,
Why can't a piece of hope tough it out?
Explain this piece of hope within this rainbow coated pearl, Oh dear songbird.
