The liar, the thief, stirred underneath
In golden chasms burst forth
Unto wrought iron skies
Shedding white scales
Upon the veils of the red.
And I will say - now I am become faith.
Lying in scattered pieces
Upon barren soils.
And I will say - now I am become fear.
The sight of me frightens,
Whitens the eyes of all
Shadows cast from moonbeams
Upon the seams of the earth.
And I will say - now I am become pain.
For teeth, fine and foul,
Shatters the ivory,
Freely feasting on flesh
Upon the irony of endless wounds.
And I will say - now I am become law.
Upon the clasp and claw; raw the heat,
Meat blistering, burning, filling the urns
Turning masses to ashes
At the desecration of pity
Upon the fall of my cities.
And I will say - now I am become loss.
Creator of chaos, struck firm in the forge,
For George could not slay me,
Pray he stay hidden under tor and stone,
Lone slumber in English beds
Upon the plagues I spread and spread.
And I will say - now I have become past.
Unsurpassed by Ascalon, thou art benign
At the refining of my doom,
The approaching end soon beckons,
My reckoning utter, unpaid
Upon the flayed scars of these lands.
And I will say - witness my destruction.
My desolation, laying waste
As though an aftertaste of a life-age,
Waging my ancient war, white wings unfurled
I need say no more - for I am become Death,
The destroyer of worlds.
Copyright © 2014 by Simon Austin
|The White Dragon |
In Welsh legend, the white dragon was one of two warring dragons who represented the ongoing war between the English and the Welsh. The white dragon represented England,
as opposed to the red dragon of Wales