dust and earth

there hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years

but in one missing heartless moment

it's unclean advent saw dawn as invitation.

the hum of uncreated exclamation.

that could ever drum the skies with starry hosts of truth

the ions are proof of nothing more sure as God.

the first and last of every tale 

to the end of my days

I scale every doubt with the simplicity of certain

words

like distant herds of wildebeest

truth is as wild as unknown lands

only by the mockingbird

Still I am drawn into the fire of providence 

the chariot of doom

the essence of every sword 

that is sure in skill and swift trickery

that tumbles dragons to dust and earth.