Monday 15 June 2009

Evolution of the Dragon

The Green Man,
crash-landed down,
knocks himSelf out;
ends up time-bound.
~
He snakes through history,
searching around;
hungry for the Light
and true sonic Sound.

Whirling, whirring,
spinning ever bright.
The Dragon flies up
high into the night.
~
Until at long last
he finds the right place:
an alien Christ found,
shining out from in Space.

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