The Dragon
The dragon sits unblinkingly at the top of The Tor
Majestic in all his splendor, yet humble
Observing all can be both seen and unseen;
He breathes out a sigh, shaking his noble head
As he tries to understand why Man has created so much chaos
Out of such beauty;
With his heart and soul heavy, he calls out to the Earth for the answers as to why this has happened
Knowing in his great wisdom that it is only Man, the destroyers of all that is good,and sacred
That can provide him with the answers;
The Dragon makes a silent pledge to the land, sea and sky and to the race of Man
That he will restore and bring back balance to this world until it is his time to go
To his eternal place of rest;
The Dragon, oh yes, you may have heard of him, he goes by the name of
Arthur Pendragon.
This poem is the sole property and work of Lady Isolde Ward-Taylor, written on 20;01;2013, in Gent, Belgium
Majestic in all his splendor, yet humble
Observing all can be both seen and unseen;
He breathes out a sigh, shaking his noble head
As he tries to understand why Man has created so much chaos
Out of such beauty;
With his heart and soul heavy, he calls out to the Earth for the answers as to why this has happened
Knowing in his great wisdom that it is only Man, the destroyers of all that is good,and sacred
That can provide him with the answers;
The Dragon makes a silent pledge to the land, sea and sky and to the race of Man
That he will restore and bring back balance to this world until it is his time to go
To his eternal place of rest;
The Dragon, oh yes, you may have heard of him, he goes by the name of
Arthur Pendragon.
This poem is the sole property and work of Lady Isolde Ward-Taylor, written on 20;01;2013, in Gent, Belgium
