Caldera

Anywhere between heaven and starlight.
Between bones and ashe I will pick you clean.
Our kind tears home from beneath the feet.
We break what we love, we touch, we marvel at.
Our fibers get hot and reach critical mass.
This skin is dragon, God given right.
Angry is in relation to temperature.
Keep it cool and no one burns.
You can beat a shield I thought up while I forge.
I got something special for you.
Pieces of my breath and a voice,
Pyroclastic flow of light.
God created Angels and then he created dragons.