Tales of Jeweled Mountains & Flamebirds
There once was a planet, at the tip of the stars,
With people who watched a red sun from afar
The sun was named Rao, what a giant display!
They prayed to great Rao both night and both day
The people were happy; they loved just to live
And always were pleasant to take or to give
This planet was beautiful, blistering green
This planet was full of most wonderful things
The Golden Volcano was a beautiful sight
Which poured lava of gold with the mightiest might
It poured gold so often and poured it so strong
That gold was as average as dusk or as dawn
The Three Sisters of Krypton were beautiful, too
And always would make for a beautiful view
They were holes in the ground from which popped up fire
And they’d all three erupt and go higher and higher
The great Rainbow Canyon was a strange little spot
With a strange little rainbow that no one has got
It doesn’t go soaring way up through the air
It’s an underground rainbow, which I’d say was quite rare
The Fire Falls whisper in sorted delight
A river of fire that lights up the night
And inside this fire there live many fish
Who live off the warmth of that fiery bliss
And if you looked west, just as far as you’d see
Would be Scarlet Jungle and great Hantha trees
It’s teeming and tottering; tiptop with leaves
And great scarlet beauty no one could perceive
The Hantha tree comes from that forest, I’ve heard,
And moves with the forest ‘cross the land like a bird
And every year when the tree starts to migrate
The people must move underground and just wait
There were flowers that sang pretty songs while you ate
And the Drang, which could eat through a whole armored plate,
The Rondor could cure almost any diseases
For its magical horn could stop sniffles and sneezes
And one of the most beautiful birds, it would seem,
Was the Flamebird, whose body would beam and would gleam
When it streaked through the air flames flew high from its chest
And there was smoke everywhere, as you well might have guessed
However, though all is so wonderfully splendid,
The Jeweled Mountains are something that should be commended
Long, long ago, when this planet was new,
A crystal-boned bird flew the air through and through
But once, when the birds were lined up in a row,
Ready to fly to a new special home
They all fell asleep, far too many for counting,
And their bones crystalized to form the Jeweled Mountains
Now for every one person, there were also three more,
Sleeping and waiting beneath all their floors
All three looked like their owners, or so it was told,
Just one was a child, one grown up, and one old.
If ever their owner needs an arm, heart, or leg,
They took them from those extras without a first beg
For their extras were mindless and really quite dumb
And rarely could argue with what they’d become.
But one day, when everything seemed so generic,
Along came a man who said, “I’m the Cleric!
I really don’t like this, but I’ll be polite,
And I think that these extras deserve extra rights!”
But a man named Kem-L didn’t think that was so,
And he thought that the Cleric was starting a show
And he said, “Dear old Cleric I’ll have to say no,
Because these extras have been since a long time ago!”
Soon many people liked the way the Cleric thought
But because of their hatred they fought and they fought
And Kem-L and Cleric hated so much, it seems,
That they blew up great Kandor, the city of dreams
This was far too much for the Cleric and friends,
So they left in a spaceship, but as they ascend
Kem-L had used magic so that if away they did creep
They all would get tired and soon fall asleep
And some people say, if you look, to this day
You can still see the ark of the Cleric’s dismay,
Where all of the lovers of equalities love
Are sleeping forever in the skies up above
So back on the planet many years passed on by
And the world was changed in the blink of an eye
No one would talk or look at each other
And after the wars no one was brothers
No one remembered the planet’s great sights
Like the Golden Volcano or Rainbow Canyon’s great lights
They couldn’t remember the songs of the flowers,
Or the Drang or the Rondor or the Flamebirds great powers
But one person didn’t like feeling alone
Never allowing his feelings to show
His name was Jor-El, and there must be a way
To show all the people Rao’s light on the day
He called to the sky, “There must be a way
To show all these people how to live for today!”
So he searched and he searched and all he could find
Was a woman name Lara, who was gentle and kind
She loved their great planet, just as Jor-El did
And they both prayed to Rao, which all now forbid
Her eyes were bright blue, like a blue little kiss
And Jor-El knew he loved her and with her would have bliss
They soon couldn’t help but to have a young child
And when they played with the baby they laughed and they smiled
And they named him Kal-El, their child of stars,
And they knew that their child would really go far
So together they studied the planet and found
That a bomb had gone off with a great massive sound
When the people who fought such a long time ago
Blew up great Kandor with a bomb’s golden glow
But it turned out this bomb that blew up the great city
Had filled the great planet with a great pretty pity
And it started something inside the heart of the planet
That made it get bigger and began to expand it
Soon the planet would start to tremble and shake
And the planet would crack and the planet would break
And the planet would split into hundreds of bits
And they would travel the universe, never to quit
So they took young Kal-El and they set him inside
Of a beautiful rocket that would glide and would ride
And when the moment came and the ground starts to quiver
They sent him away through the sky like a river
And as Kal-El floated far out of sight
Jor-El’s precious heart began to take flight
He looked to Lara and into her eyes
And he said, “How I love you, my darling, goodbye…”
And just then the planet broke apart in awe of
The people on the surface who learned how to love
