The Eagle came round, with
Slicing sound, swooping,
Talons uncurled...
Buried them into the Tower's
Dragon...then thru the
Midnight swirl...
Storms, seas, and spray
Higher than Tintagel's walls
Talons hurling...
A raging Dragon thru the
Candlelit window, where that
Night, laughter
Heard...
When a newborn fondled
The Beast to silence...
Arturia, the Dragon,
The word
Of Becoming....
What a powerhouse! Fabulous sense of dynamic movement and primal energy, No one starting to read line one would imagine that this volatile mythic poem could achieve such a soft landing at its conclusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of Tolkien expansiveness and humanity. Paco means eagle. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥