Captain Cur (England)

Parapets feint amongst the dawn's cruel violent skies,
blue toned mountain meadows shade brooding endless streams,
mirror lakes engulfing highland weeping pines
disappearing footholds in steep cut sheer faced dreams.

Red spired cathedrals invade the mounting morning mist;
wind borne doves fold feathers; dip, spread wings on whiteness flow
hymns of praise, low octave notes soft lingering sounds persist,
the griffin caws, robust, brown skinned armored hawk of war.

Dense fractal wings, twin bodied beast heralding sunrise;
archers stretch their bowstrings length stone tipped arrows fly,
mystic lion, regal fleshed in monolithic birth,
harnessed pewter saddle rolls, evading slings from earth.

Diving swoops regains the breeze turning quickly falls,
pushing currents, backward strokes then rests within our walls.
Eagle headed, yellow beaked with eyes of piercing grey
climbs the forward bulwark proudly poised in art's decay.