Seeds of the Ancients

ash rains,
like snow refusing to give up
the shades of their mother

angry clouds fume,
alive with churning embers
the eyes of snapping dragons

hear their voices
thundering from the scorched sky
hurling insults and challenges
to the rocky slopes of this pyramid prison

they clash for the rite to bathe
within the molten heart of Gaia
their songs wooing her passion and ire
'til she bursts forth
roaring her savage nature
unto the heavens
in a trumpeting explosion of fiery defiance

the mountains fail to chain her
groaning and quaking as her rage
scars the face of her jailor

and the victor dives,
scaly hide covered in bites and gashes
his desire tempered in the heat of battle
heartbeats aflame with the unrequited agony
of centuries of yearning

Gaia accepts the ardor of his plunge
wrapping him in her smoldering embrace
where they war like ravaging heathens
until the craggy spires and ground sunders
beneath the weight of their climax..

..they fall like slain stars
soothed by the glowing coals of their lovemaking
in the crystal halls of Gaia's palace

she sighs,
satiated for another millenia
twined like yin and yang they sleep
whispering to each other secrets of the universe and underverse

knowing one day her new lover will transcend
and another will come to take his place