From The Womb Of Fire, Attained At The Stroke Of Evolutional Reckoning (25)
Dark clouds approaching and the skies grew dim;
Earth brooding beneath their dreary cover
Tipping oceans with a mischievous grin,
Enwrapping waves, one into the other,
With all the grace of a skilled and graceful lover.
Through the thick clouds sunlight patiently weaves
Bestowing fragmented blanket's of warmth.
Waters calmed by stray sleep inducing beams
Resting in the visage of Sol's white unruffled sleeve.
Mavros emerged from the temple's labyrinth
Moving through foliage hedged green and deep;
Each thunderous step rumbling with broader pitch,
Rushing through the clearing he quickly leaped
Loosing grand wings expanding with incredible reach.
Their multi-layered thorned tipped cuffs outspread,
Cutting through the misty air, smooth and steep,
Leaving whirlwinds of desire in their stead
As if for this moment each sinewy wing was thread.
A dragon without purpose suffers unreconciled sorrow;
No vision or respite from time's dark stress,
No dreams to speak or cleave a greater morrow,
Lost in a cruel unending wilderness
Without a smile to cheer or a soft voice to bless.
Who would engineer a beast of this kind?
An organism over-created to excess!
Its massive weight earth readily unbinds
But man trapped by the narrowness of his small mind.
Do dragon's think? a subject to digress upon;
With internal sight, no greater communion known,
A glorious intersection between beast and man
And from that secret fire steadily drew
Age upon age in undeterred influence grew.
Stealthily cloaked with adamantine power
Refracting sunlight's most dazzling hues,
Patrolling from an unseen aerial tower
Screeching guards calling out time's sentineled hours.
Within the workings of those uncanny eyes
Fear and marvelous conjecture drawn
To view the void, a black luminous prize,
Against all that is human brightly dawned
A selfish and compassionless fire sparing none.
Yet, bare hope still clung to humanity,
The child queen's reborn spirit had returned,
Unless she prove false, their fate would be
Attained at the stroke of evolutional reckoning.
Friday, March 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dragon,story,evolution
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
From The Womb Of Fire, a series of poems written in Spencerian Stanza about the adventures of Mavros, a black dragon.