———–

Eyes closed,

In his homeland,

On the spare bed,

He exhaled.

–

Sunk into the depths of his being,

Waiting.

–

The darkness breaks

And…..

 –

Old,

Very old,

He saw it.

 –

He saw it,

Waiting.

—

Quickening of breath,

Huh, huh, huh,

It began to form.

–

Summoning the dragon to guide him.

–

Those eyes….

They watched him.

–

 Patience and waiting.

 –

He touched its power,

Felt it absorb him,

His him probed with an awareness.

 –

Alien and ancient.

– 

Terror, blind terror.

– 

Lithe and poised

Those eyes….

 –

Wise beyond wisdom

Since the first days of man

And beyond.

–

 Amused and laughing,

In smoke.

 –

He held it and the fire in his heart

Began to burn.

 –

The crows outside called

Their battlefield cry,

Hungering for food

 –

Taken on the caw to another time.

——-

 Heathered hillside,

In the mist of lore

The dragon breath cloaks

Shimmering in be-coming.

–

 Hessian cloth upon his skin

Staff in his hand,

Rain in his beard

And silence in the world.

 –

Weary

Proud

Beaten

Defiant

– 

Behind him,

They marched,

From their deaths to their deaths,

– 

They reached the place

And settled on the rocks.

– 

Less faces than before

Heads hung on Castle gates.

– 

And those eyes.

– 

Why must they stand and die?

– 

Doubts, oh the doubts

They plagued him

– 

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?

–

 “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”

 –

He reached into his pack and took it out.

He tied the flag to his staff.

Silently and into the circle he walked.

 –

He planted his staff and unfurled the flag.

 –

Y Ddraig Goch.

—

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.

–

Written in the hillsides and the valleys of your lives,

Washed through your rivers,

Permeating your being-ness with the dragon’s fire.

–

Pure magic.

If we believe, though we are few, we can call the dragon to our aid.

 –

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.

–

 This is now our last battle.

———-

This from a series of dreams and visions I had around 2002-3…