From The Womb Of Fire, Mavros Came, His Flames Marvelously Intertwined (23) Poem by Captain Cur

Men enslaved men, binding body and soul,
In this squalid state hopeless hours spent;
But, freedom of thought chains cannot control,
Fastened and locked their steely teeth clenched
To time's injustice, where years and blood foment.
Mavros came with the fire of the divine
Replacing this corrosive order
With his flames marvelously intertwined
Burnt the faces and the whips of those ugly shrines.

Nations were shocked, bowed by fret and worry,
From mouth to mouth transcribed the brilliant tale,
Slaves had achieved a nobler glory
While their ministers had grown weak and pale,
Silencing captivities loud desolate wail.
Feet no longer bound encrusted with blood;
Freed hands toppling monuments of disdain,
Rejoicing hearts cheering in multitudes
Charging from the shadows, redeemed and born anew.

Who could have thought a dragon might become
Greater and more remarkable than they,
Fragments of shattered souls forged in freedom
Pulled from darkness by the effusive rays
Of nomadic beasts settling frontiers far away.
Fire never before seen, light striking fast,
Intensifying beauty in their grand way,
Evolving in power, thoughtfully cast,
Targeting with a strong and deliberate glance.