From The Womb Of Fire, Flourishing Beneath The Shadow Of The Dragon's Spell (26) Poem by Captain Cur

This child blessed with piercing infantine eyes
And honeyed flesh tinged by that wondrous age;
Generous gods bestowing works divine
Shorn of all false ornamental display
Applauding from the seats of their heavenly stage.
Lying beneath the beauty of conscious thought
Fanciful passions might start to engage,
Unique creations effusively poured
From urns of desire, stolen from its sacred store.

Aligned with each ray of dawning brightness
From these reams of power she subtlety drew
Buoyantly lifted by spiritual lightness
Floating with innocence like pearly dew
Crossing the waters of the raging pathless blue.
From the hot desert sands her body weaned
And in those climes immaculate grew,
Through her veins blood surged in fiery streams
Satiating paths of life, and death's darkest dreams.

Childlike premonitions radiantly seen
Of oceans and forests, beauteous and fair,
Imagined in undissolved clarity
And of nations languishing in despair
Castrated by the political savagery of fear.
Scheming on a nobler experiment
Intentions surmised and utterly bared
Skinned by a shinier blade gingerly pressed
Yielding fruit or torturing soft innocent flesh.

In the teeming ways of youth all days glad;
The air perfumed with smells and flavors sweet,
Brimming with joy, all goodness to be had,
Treading mysterious paths with willing feet
To that unguarded place where hell and heaven meet.
There in the distance the Emerald Well
Watered by blue mountains and crystal streams,
Surrounded by willows and grass lined dells
Flourishing beneath the shadow of the dragon's spell.