~The Dragon Scrolls~
They say the flame wrought
winds are dead;
Ethereal dancing, jeweled wings - no more.
Monolithic rationality is the head.
Noble dreams and
works - shattered, torn.
Their world was theirs - never doubt.
But the magic and power faded away,
light gave way to spiritual drought
and Oppenheimer replaced Morganna Le Fay.
But in some strange souls they found
Those inspired, lost, exiled castaways.
Music and verse and The Craft are the bones
Of these long lost
archetypes of elder days.
And it takes a mere seed to create an oak,
and music and light, rain and mirth,
land and sky with it's growth;
fulfilling the call to renew the Earth.
So nurture these dragons who live within
The Burning has ended and they may go free.
Let them grow so that their work may continue.
An it harm none,
do what ye will - Blessed Be!
-Jeff A. Bordeaux 3 January 1989