From The Womb Of Fire, Love A Red Dragon Brings (4) Poem by Captain Cur

Great deeds of men are sung and wrote in verse
From early times as heroes come and pass,
The last always deemed less great than the first
Who seem to reap the most praise from the past.
Their graves lie flowerless, unmarked beneath the grass.
Feats performed as deadly challenges rose
While a looming bloodstained shadow was cast
Over a tyrannical world filled with woe,
Its crumbs of peace uneaten by a ravenous foe.

Hands clasped in prayer to impotent gods
But none were there to dry their streaming eyes,
Beloved ones lying burnt upon the ground
Beneath a shameless and unfeeling sky
Reechoing fading sounds of the dragon's cry.
A fearsome, yet mighty sight to behold,
With the kingdom of men to victimize
Challenging their armies strongest and bold
Perched high on its mountain, willful and uncontrolled.

Then a golden hour dawned from fervent thought
Described by the shamans of ancient lore
Mouth to mouth for centuries, the words taught,
Recited by man from his sacred store,
A legend far greater than had been told before.
Heroes came forth to battle for mankind
With gleaming swords to stem the deadly scourge,
With ruthless cunning igniting their mind,
Their legends written in the storybooks of time.

Ah! That love should sparkle so bright and clear
And all its beauties to compare in one
So lively and young, sought in vain to bear,
Glorious as a new born golden sun
Which heart, even that of a dragon may be thrown.
Should it deign to fly beside another wing,
Should it deign not to rule the earth alone
Let the towering bells of mankind ring
Rejoicing in the fire a red dragon brings!