The thunder birds could tame the sun.
They flew, although their bones were stone.
The broken parchment of their wings
Could soar them through volcanic skies.
With jade for eyes and quartz for teeth
They hunted over nightmare seas.
At night they slept upon the moon,
And hung like bats with diamond claws.
And when they roared they split the earth,
The sound would echo on for years,
The scars they ripped were canyon deep,
Whole mountains crumbled at their screech.
One day they simply disappeared.
They left this world, they left their fear.