From The Womb Of Fire, Behold! The Beauty Of Nature's Eloquent Keep (28) Poem by Captain Cur

Communing with a purer savage being,
She walked that ledge, the rim of zealous life,
Seduced by destruction's dark endless dream
Wearing the fruitlessness of its disguise
Damned with the blackness of its cold merciless eyes.
But her spirit remained strong and mild
Gaming nor despising human weakness,
Civilized; yet, a champion of the wild
A paradox comprising both dragon and child.

The dragon breathes, its black nostrils flair,
Loathe to waste fire on unworthy things;
Cowering before its full icy stare
What compassionate message can one hope to bring
When entangled within the maze of its razor wings?
Towering harsh and cruel, as it was made,
And the world before it bows down and sings
Songs of irony, humanity betrayed
That stands weeping over the mound of its own grave.

What placates an impressionable mind
Of base desire is it most possessed
Or can it flee from its bondage to find
That place where nomadic tendencies rest
In lands of milk and honey, suckling at its giving breast?
Or suddenly from the dragon's reach torn
No longer a slave to its vile unrest
Ministering to joy, new ways to learn,
Freed from suffocating breaths of malignant scorn.

In her young hands this tender power sleeps
Nor in ways of privilege was she taught;
Behold! the beauty of nature's eloquent keep,
Harnesses fastened diligently wrought
Molded by the creative essence of godlike thought!
Valleys cradled by breasts of mountainous range,
In thriving glee the lowly grasslands fought
Holding decorative forests in sway
Carpeting earth with their gregarious display!