The Eagle came round, with
Slicing sound, swooping,
Talons uncurled...
Buried them into the Tower's
Dragon...then thru the
Midnight swirl...
Storms, seas, and spray
Higher than Tintagel's walls
Talons hurling...
A raging Dragon thru the
Candlelit window, where that
Night, laughter
Heard...
When a newborn fondled
The Beast to silence...
Arturia, the Dragon,
The word
Of Becoming....
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-came-round/
