From The Womb Of Fire, What Quantifies Life (2)

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!