Jade

I watch the little figure ,
Dance ,
Green it was ,
The color of jade .

A little dancing fairy in a box of stone ,
Owls wisdom within it ,
And a dragons power ,
With the tigers cunning .

Strange through this seems to me ,
I accept it ,
I've seen odder things ,
Like the moon being crimson .

The little figure tells me something ,
In the way it moves ,
It hasn't decided ,
What it is .

It is the dead ,
A spirit folk ,
One of the anicents ,
One of the dread .

I watch the figure ,
The storm coming ,
So strongly ,
Jade controlled the skies .

As so she told me ,
Through I was powerful then ,
But nothing like Jade ,
She was a high-spirit with a rank .

She controlled the heavens ,
The stars ,
The storms ,
And the sun and moon .

She controlled what she wanted ,
For she had died all too soon ,
She was a child ,
Slain at the hands of a warrior .

A mightiy one ,
Legends say ,
Tall , strong ,
But not wise .

So he killed Jade ,
He took her life ,
So now she's spirit wise ,
Now she wrecks the heavens .

With these storms ,
And such ,
But it's not her fault ,
Not Jades .