DRAGON TIMES
I am of the Dragon Times
I wild ride high in my she oak
Jeweled Insects are my werefolk
Leven flashing in their eyes.
I am of the Dragon Times
From the thickets wild bulls bellow
Small birds flash: red, blue and yellow
Threaded on the curlews cries
Born of the wind: song exalted,
On the ridge the horseman halted
High in my tree I saw him stoop
Eye patch shadow, his ravens swoop
With his staff (carved narwhale spike)
Sharp as the tree thorn of the shrike
Scored our runes in the dust
Dark red as blood or crusted rust
I am of the Dragon Times
Seconds are a drumskin rattle
Hours are merely wineskin prattle
Dawns a horncall out of the light
I am of the Dragon Times
Ride with me on dreams forever
Rainbow clad, gay and clever
Astride the fire drake burning bright.
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