We've seen our share of wonder, vast
And small.
More than most, have ever
Our peace is made
Death troubles us not
For she too knows,
Smoke and Mirrors haunt us
From mistakes of century past
Enough. Our legacy awaits
Through ashen flame,
Veela are born
Through ashen skies;
Veela are forged
Through ashen fume;
Veela are tempered
Though the sun has fled
And the moon hides
Our ashen feathers spread wide
Though our light grows faded
And our hearts still
None will cower, None will falter
With naught but a sword in hand
We enter the lions den
We're not waiting for a war
We bring the war to them
Laid to rest atop our throne
Forever will we drift alone
Though fire and flame won't send us off
But somber murmurs and harrowed cries,
Veela of young and old will regale
The tales,
Of the Flower and the Pot.