From The Womb Of Fire, Victimized By Destruction's Lawless Creed (21) Poem by Captain Cur

Within the smile of woman, the softest look,
Which on the warm breast of compassion fed,
Running deepest in the reposing brooks
With a patient sky clinging overhead
Overwhelmed by those sweet lips, strongest hearts have bled.
Life cultivated by Eden's magic hours
Before the ripened fruit of death eaten
By treachery, evil's sensual flower
Soiled in hate, blooming with unmitigated power.

In Hargolis, sheltered by a desert sea,
The woman scorched by Mavros rose to fame;
The reams of fire a distant memory
When burned alive beneath the dragon's flame
Was gifted another shape and shed her mortal frame.
Throughout the dragon's core, power seethes,
No mighty river or ocean can tame,
Victimized by destruction's lawless creed
She was remade of the dragon's ferocious seed.

In the grip of death she walked aflame in glory
Stained with blood and the salt of wasted tears;
Indoctrinated in these spiritual rites,
A mere observer chronicling her fears,
Nor flattered by power compressed by day like years.
Between life and death, this disputed state,
With the dragon as her sole minister
Unconcerned with the loud roaring's of fate
Stood unveiled in bridal bliss before earth's open gate!