From The Womb Of Fire, What Quantifies Life (2) Poem by Captain Cur

Cliffs of overhanging mountain beauty
Thickly layered with breaths of crystal ice
From the ground appeared to be retreating
Toward their own untouchable paradise;
Aided by the skies in this endeavor
Snowy tips rising forever upward
Till all apparent earthly ties severed,
In that moment majestically drawn
Floating against the outline of the dawn.

Life precipitous, of harrowing speed
Measured by the dragon's coursing flight,
For one day man will in true horror see
The magnitude of its encrusted might,
Burned alive within the dragon's pernicious sight.
With aerial vantage the dragon stood
Free falling from an invisible height,
And no fortress, crossbow or arrow flood
Would dissuade one drop of its weaponized blood.

With light on its wings gently descending,
When golden tones of the sun gleam within
Intricacies of its wing span blending
With elements of its mail coated skin.
Its impetuous fire, aeronautical skill,
Lithe and slender striking down from on high,
A perfect creation born unknotted by sin,
Unmoved by compassion, unaffected by cries,
What quantifies life is how quickly it dies!