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Eyes closed,
In his homeland,
On the spare bed,
He exhaled.
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Sunk into the depths of his being,
Waiting.
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The darkness breaks
And…..
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Old,
Very old,
He saw it.
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He saw it,
Waiting.
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Quickening of breath,
Huh, huh, huh,
It began to form.
–
Summoning the dragon to guide him.
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Those eyes….
They watched him.
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Patience and waiting.
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He touched its power,
Felt it absorb him,
His him probed with an awareness.
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Alien and ancient.
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Terror, blind terror.
–
Lithe and poised
Those eyes….
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Wise beyond wisdom
Since the first days of man
And beyond.
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Amused and laughing,
In smoke.
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He held it and the fire in his heart
Began to burn.
–
The crows outside called
Their battlefield cry,
Hungering for food
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Taken on the caw to another time.
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Heathered hillside,
In the mist of lore
The dragon breath cloaks
Shimmering in be-coming.
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Hessian cloth upon his skin
Staff in his hand,
Rain in his beard
And silence in the world.
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Weary
Proud
Beaten
Defiant
–
Behind him,
They marched,
From their deaths to their deaths,
–
They reached the place
And settled on the rocks.
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Less faces than before
Heads hung on Castle gates.
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And those eyes.
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Why must they stand and die?
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Doubts, oh the doubts
They plagued him
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It hangs all on the next few seconds.
–
The dragon’s dice have been rolled
His fate is sealed.
–
What was it that the wizard said?
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“Re-member, re-member.
Focus on the feelings for that is what you store.
The memory will guide you back
Learn the lessons well….
For next time”
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He reached into his pack and took it out.
He tied the flag to his staff.
Silently and into the circle he walked.
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He planted his staff and unfurled the flag.
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Y Ddraig Goch.
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Look to the Dragon’s eyes my friends
And see there your courage, your faith and your hope.
Let it conjure in you.
Feel its ancient force.
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Written in the hillsides and the valleys of your lives,
Washed through your rivers,
Permeating your being-ness with the dragon’s fire.
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Pure magic.
If we believe, though we are few, we can call the dragon to our aid.
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We are an ancient race and we have been here long.
We have sung our songs and shared our poems.
We have laughed and we have cried.
We have learned.
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This is now our last battle.
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This from a series of dreams and visions I had around 2002-3…
Dreamyoga 