From The Womb Of Fire, By Belief Worlds Are Created (13) Poem by Captain Cur

Paganism raged, deifying earth and nature
Through this communion symbiosis came
Held between beasts, forests, wind, sea and man
Encircling all within its holy flame
Bestowing to each a unique spiritual name.
From this paradise creation pulsed and gave
Meaning, paring evolution's master plan,
What is hope but ability to save
Cultivating life from the manna of the grave.

Within this thrust Mavros became aware
Through conflict his own destiny would thrive
But with a fierce disquietude to bear
Intoxicated to feel himself alive
And in a mortal sense, knowing that he would die.
By belief worlds are steadily assembled
With the product of their bounty to share
Multiplied by life exponential
Balanced on the axis of their ecliptic sphere.

Whosoever beholds that intrinsic flight
Of this their home, centuries steeped in making
Revolving around a single sun, whose light
Man has distinguished through his borrowed years
Emerging in fanciful motion with all its seductions laid bare.
Who claims the victor when this harmony ends
On an unstable rock that floods and quakes
As the neck of the dragon cranes and bends
Nature careens between enemy and friend.

Look no further, anger donned a human form,
Not a stranger from a foreign land, now
Familiar faces that once shone soft and warm
Frozen with the look of an ignorant foe
No longer thirsting or aspiring to know.
Knowledge of this wondrous world, seasoned deep,
Piercing hearts with poetry of long ago,
Not of my own or any thought I keep,
Composed from the spell of a preternatural sleep.