From The Womb Of Fire, Either Bow Down Or Burn (19) Poem by Captain Cur

Glittering in preordained patterns, stars glide,
Sailing through a massive waterless sea
Their bright flaming masts scattered far and wide
With lesser vessels of planetary fleets
In gravitational homage, traipsing round their feet.
Galaxies amazed, commingling into one;
Colliding, scourged by inhospitable heat,
And here the fire of the dragon was born
With the power of a red star's collapsing core.

Privileged in ownership of that flame
Chosen by stars to occupy their form
No more beauteous spirit or heart could frame
The outlines of that soft radiant force
Combusting with a solar flare's internal warmth.
Mystically and magically shaped
With ferocity of a potent charm
Dragons came unannounced, heralded by fate,
Raised by man above his own unremarkable state.

From an unknown source its features drew
Along its face a vivid soothing strength,
Beneath its brows, eyes of deep sapphire blue
With that fire lurking in their utmost depth
Bellowing pressure from the dragon's hulking breath.
An age abandoned triumphantly returns
Ushered by passions easily understood
And poured forth from the dragon's fiery urn;
A choice to all below, either bow down or burn.