From The Womb Of Fire, Held Fast By Nature's Thread (17)

The Temple of Mavros, unlike any built Or ever again built by mortal hand; Torch lined winding levels, forever lit, Internal fountains feeding streaming bands Unsurpassed by any undertaking of man. An untamed moon rises beneath the clouds Clothed in the brilliance of its flowing beams Unveiled by night, lifting its starlit shroud, Draping earth with the luster of its trailing gown. A pillared temple immense and brightly domed With open swaths of massive gardened tiers; Effusive, flowered in tranquility, A fractionally mirrored universe Expanding within itself in unyielding youth. Flavored in living aromatic breath Exulting in life's excessive beauty Nor a single blade of growth to divest Nurtured by the engorgement of its swelling breast. Labyrinthine paths hewed through stone passageways; Multi-leveled marbled steps laid wide and deep, Mysteries of its structured essence paved Within the holds of its architectural keep. A rotunda on which the dragon sleeps Elevated and sculpted like the creature's head Amid grassy oceans pooled like windswept waves Rooted by mammoth trees which frame its massive bed, An unparalleled accomplishment held fast by nature's thread.