From The Womb Of Fire, Twilight Eyes The Starlit Evening Nude (3) Poem by Captain Cur

Green foliage sighs, jealous of fruits and berries,
great willows wake, leaves preened and neatly combed;
wildebeests, lions and lake bound fairies
mating beneath the sun's life-giving dome,
pleasure heightening love's satisfied moan.
As daylight fades and dusk retreats to night,
twilight eyes the starlit evening nude,
twined in promise forever to unite
days of heated passion with eves of pure delight.

Mankind dawned, which stole from earth many an hour
and reigned with dragons laying fire at his feet.
An unrelenting quest for dominion and power
with no hope for a twig of friendship to meet;
even nymphs and spirits falling back in retreat
to sheltered places, wild isles unseen,
their uncharred fruits still succulent and sweet.
Here they dwell, through the wispy mist be seen,
lying heart to heart wandering the rock laced streams.

This untamed beast, ceaselessly circling round
delighting in its own monstrous wailing,
constantly shrieking its dominance to ground.
Pulsing air beneath its thick veined sails
in staggering beauty suddenly climbs and wheels.
Man gripped between the talon and the beak,
where virtue and honor are viciously assailed,
lies set free but truthfulness excreted
upon the citadels of hope, unmanned and defeated.

When once that fire was kindled and aroused,
and all the dragon's weaponries displayed;
then it was determined a frightful foe.
Its vapors singeing in unrelenting spray
as it hung suspended its fiery breath gave way.
Beneath toxic plumes men scattered and leaped,
blind, choking, writhing then falling in flame,
and begged for darkness, its cover to keep,
to stay the monster for a few seconds of sleep.