Mavros spread his wings in raw eloquence
Captured in the breadth of a paused sunrise
Exploding color, presumptive evidence
Presaged by that promising morning sky
Greeting earth with a stern but compassionate eye.
With one gesture this green world will obey
Where the heavenly sprigs of sunlight flow
And grasses and trees in glowing warmth lay
In divine streams of light's impetuous display.
Behold the darkness of the dragon's lair,
Exasperating night, its blackness shone
In soul dissolving beauty, shadowing fear,
Fear far lovelier when the threat's unknown
Lost within its caverns shivering and alone.
Death approaches, gathering up its cloak;
A warmth emanating in the distance,
Eyes shuttered by fright though all senses woke
Echoing screams which found a voice as the darkness broke.
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