From The Womb Of Fire, Either Bow Down Or Burn (19)

Glittering in preordained patterns, stars glide, Sailing through a massive waterless sea Their bright flaming masts scattered far and wide With lesser vessels of planetary fleets In gravitational homage, traipsing round their feet. Galaxies amazed, commingling into one; Colliding, scourged by inhospitable heat, And here the fire of the dragon was born With the power of a red star's collapsing core. Privileged in ownership of that flame Chosen by stars to occupy their form No more beauteous spirit or heart could frame The outlines of that soft radiant force Combusting with a solar flare's internal warmth. Mystically and magically shaped With ferocity of a potent charm Dragons came unannounced, heralded by fate, Raised by man above his own unremarkable state. From an unknown source its features drew Along its face a vivid soothing strength, Beneath its brows, eyes of deep sapphire blue With that fire lurking in their utmost depth Bellowing pressure from the dragon's hulking breath. An age abandoned triumphantly returns Ushered by passions easily understood And poured forth from the dragon's fiery urn; A choice to all below, either bow down or burn.