Stirs The Dragon

Stirs the dormant dragon

Follows kelpies

Slept too long

Been drugged

Begins to rise

Finds flightpath again

Its roar

Its fire

Beware when dragons

From deep sleep reprise

Legends lived again

They were but drowsy

Buried in the myths

Of media

Attendant princess

Saviour

Hear the hillsides

Choirs of dragons

Voice your aria

What about Wales? Stirring the Dormant Dragon

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The Dragon-Keeper

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Protect him, please, he keeps a dragon,

A fire-breathing beast that sears his soul,

A scaly scavenger that wears his flesh down,

Haunts and follows everywhere he goes,


Ruptures like a lava-filled volcano,

Scorching every inch of him exposed,

Erupts whenever he is least expecting,

He hides it well, but everybody knows.


They fear him like they fear the freak inside him,

Misunderstand the monster, miscreant,

Flee whenever breath is scented sulphur,

Offer tokens, castigate, repent.


They run away and seek a place of shelter,

Peeping from their hideouts till he’s passed,

No one questions, no one knows his ego, altered,

The depths of his deluded torment, no one asks.


Protect him, please, he needs a mission,

Something to slay the dragon that he keeps,

A maiden, manifest as self-perception,

Upon a white horse, so the dragon sleeps.

Maiden’s Tax

So charge I, on steed, with sword by my right,

Helmeted, lance ever ready, a dragon to fight.

For maiden’s fair hand, I temper all prominent urges

Till once she is rescued; with prize, all lust fully surges.

Her hand I will espouse and promises pledge

To satisfy coy damsel; virtuous, unwed.

 

‘Here comes my saviour, knight on a mount.

A charger of white, nothing less would account.

His pity I seek for the sake of my life

And promises garnered to take me for wife.

I’ve been here before and I know well my plan.

For sake of my lover I dispatch every man.’

 

Breath full of fire and sulphurous glances,

My beauty espies and retrieves all life chances.

Though fairest of skin and tender of treat,

I forfeit hunger for her, for man’s endless meat.

With power beyond a dragon’s full pant

She barters with lovers and keeps me from want.

 

Here comes adventurer, no round affiliation.

One errant in task, no gallant equestrian.

‘I have him in sight, my flighty companion.

Threaten my safety, so he may succumb

To all my appeal as I faint in your arms.

Careful, my darling, let wings come to no harm.’

 

‘Ah, beauty I see! I invoke all my power.

This is my challenge, my valiant hour.

Soon she’ll be mine, with other distress,

As I purge all my fancies in darkest of forests.

Then leave her to lie where the nymphs find their nook

No knight of King Arthur I, but a dastardly crook.’

 

‘Now then my love, let acting begin,

Diminish the breath that holds all flight in.

Conquer this creature and eat of your fill

Then soar into heavens with me; I’m your girl.

A treaty convenient and mutually exclusive.

Thwart all these knights with intentions abusive.

 

‘Play possum, precious, when he comes for you

But let not his sword nor his lance strike for true.

Should battle enrage and it looks like he’s winning

I’ll sever his head from his body, while grinning,

With foil that’s been taken from the one who betrayed

This maiden so worthy in earlier days.

 

‘No man need I here while you’re by my side

Orgasmic communion is ours while we glide

Through skies endless vistas while soaring full height.

Hurry, my love, here comes bastard knight.

Bedevil his chances and wait till I lure.

Captivity once certain, then kill him for sure.’

 

Urges are rising as three come to meet.

All hunger of types, relentless drum beat

From hearts that are full of their deepest desires.

Today two will vanquish and quench their soul fires.

And firmament welcomes the two who would axe

The daring of any who thwart maiden’s tax.

The Dragon’s Gift

A fire burns

Within this cave

And sulphur

Fills the air.

Exploration,

Through the mire,

Finds

The dragon’s lair

 

Where slumber’s rest

Holds still

His breath, flame now

Quietly quenched.

Wait, survey,

A quiet snore,

Now the time

To wrench

 

One scale from tail

Of beast of lore

Bless’d magic,

Glitter’d gem

Holds promise of

Imagination.

To brave only,

It is given.

 

Sahm’s idea of a dragon paves the way.