From The Womb Of Fire, Lauding The Newfound Dragon Queen (18) Poem by Captain Cur

Mavros came, hovering over that vast forested roof,
Shattering a diamond sky with a wounding screech;
The smell of embers, unforgiving proof
Of the enormity of the dragon's reach.
In blinding splendor his sunlit shape was seen
In meteoric rise with its driving tail
Gauging coordinates on his vision's screen;
Beneath his sight, the frailty of earth laid bare,
Just a slavish orb with hollowed hemispheres.

Ten thousand torches bleeding out their light
Along the steps wound deep and far away
In glowing aisles spaced and burning bright
Competing in radiance with impassioned flame
Fighting for privilege in the dying light of day.
Perhaps the dragon in enlightened thought
Could feel the beauty in this plush display,
A mind unpoisoned, as one divinely taught,
Reflecting in winged dance that flies and drifts aloft.

A mountain of gems dressed the dragon's throne
Flowers woven through stalks of greening vine
Budding and blooming, all their whiteness shone,
Exuding scents of plant based living mind
Garnishing earth with the brevity of their kind.
In dew soaked elegance what thing can compare
To stems and petals bound and intertwined
Beaming smiles; aromas that they share
Wrapped inside the unseen breath of the crystal air.

Mavros landed and stood amid the throng,
A woman appeared beneath his sheltered wing,
This unexpected sight their bare eyes feasted on
lauding strength of their newfound Dragon Queen.
A commotion arose with drums and horns and strings;
The softness of night bathed her unclad frame
No longer poised in sacrifice to sing;
Mavros shrieked and his fire fell like rain
Piercing the heavens with a thick unending flame.