Second installment of my August Anthology challenge.
Warning: Use of the word "doth"
Flame under the water.
The sword's shattered black steel.
Phoenix holding its breath.
The dragon's accursed seal.
The witch's steady hands,
balancing the glass hour,
tipping heavy scales, for
the price of wishes is dour:
Flying off the flayed back,
the phoenix strikes a deal.
Precious blade for a wish,
the dragon too must yield.
To never return home.
To home he must return.
The phoenix and dragon,
for them fate's wheel doth turn.