Three Golden Sacks

Three golden sacks hung from a tree
Upon a summer’s day
The air blew t’wards them from the sea
Causing them to sway

Then the day had come at last
For them finally be free
They came to the world like those from their past
Soon they all will see

The first to come was on the right
Her skin and face were flush
Her hair and eyes so pure and white
Her wings a coral blush

The other came with hair like wine
And blazing fire eyes
His careful features so divine
And wings that matched the skys

As they wait for wings to dry
The branch began to shake
They looked below and to the sky
And the other began to awake

As the sack began to break
Liquid seeped out the crack
The fluid seemed to be a lake
The color a rotten black

The siblings looked upon the slime
The opening growing wide
The earth had stop along with time
The sound of nature died

The sack burst open, and so it came
The fragile beast within
With small and stick-like body frame
And skin of green porcelain

Slowly she began to wake
And soon she came to speak
Her voice was rough, about to break
A whisper but violent squeak

"Brother, sister, I've come at last!
How much I've longed to see you,
This world we see is bright and vast
It's all so very new!"

"My body's cold and voice is weak,
My skin a pale green,
How is it that while I speak
You two are oh so clean?"