Come, Blue Bird

Come Blue bird,
The one with the blue neck
That drank of the nectar of death
And lived to tell the tale.
Come, Blue bird,
Bring that nectar
To souls parched for death
The multitudes left uncounted
Because the world only recognises
Souls parched for eternal life.
A brief life can be bliss too.

Come, Blue Bird,
To the ones not counted
To the thirst not yet quenched.