From The Womb Of Fire, Before The Morning Star Rises In The East (14) Poem by Captain Cur

Mavros ruled beyond the boundaries of men
Scouring tall hills to find the orphaned child
Where she played near a green and yellow glen
With fields of dandelions beaming from the wild
And looked up to him with joy's familiar smile.
Massive wings violently displacing sky
Casting shadows across the dwindling miles,
Their cyclone spent, no more a sprawling flight
Gliding on windless calm through sunset's fading light.

A time of foreboding, of fear, before
Intense thermal heat sparked the dragon's breath
This child, pictured in glyphics of earthen lore
Surrounded by great knights in bright armor dressed,
Neither creating or solving human duress.
Armies of men came and withered away
To history all but a fleeting guest
But soon her words the dragon's mind would sway
Amid a sea of flame unextinguished to this day.

As dark tales ultimately crest
A sequestered hope might make itself known
Where wisdom is wined and fruitfully pressed
To fill chasms between humanity and war,
When watered with blood the vines of peace will grow.
The child loved Mavros with intense emotion
And drank from fountains of sterling flow
And gave herself with unreserved devotion
Worshipping fire, surrounded by its emblematic glow.

She dreamed scenes of mountains, ice and fire,
Of whitest snow which lays a gentle cover
Drifting in repetitions of desire;
Clinging by touch, nestling each other,
Falling silent in beds of tranquil love.
A softness fell, this passing winter calm,
Upon which some restless flakes might hover
Awhile before sleep, before the morning star
Rises in the east, stars like dreams
Falling just beyond their reach.