Swallows fly in skies of blue.
A trail of sun-dust, an evening hue.
Swooping fast, they circle me.
Chasing each other, they dive for the sea.
The mermaid’s tones transform all three,
As they fall ‘neath the waves at skeleton quay.
Azure dolphins fly with grace,
Through the towers of this watery place.
The volcanic fires scorch the trees,
The salamander grins; more fire please.
They blink their eyes and turn to dust,
As they sink beneath the earthen crust.