The Dragon Slayer
♡
By Mila Fourie
2 August 2025
With tremble slight, but heart so strong
the Dragon Slayer's newly born
The cold and dead lie at his feet,
his flames erupt from either cheek,
like all you've ever seen, and yet,
like nothing you will see again
Through midnight frost and early morn,
He scans the Hellish Scape at dawn
No one ever proper told
half the slain his Legend holds,
the Savage in berserker mode,
or half the violence in his Soul
Through centuries and years and days,
through Underhalls and alleyways,
His fingers locked in cold embrace,
through icy wind, with stormy pace,
He finally makes it back again:
The Gates of Old Jerusalem
The written script from Ages past
of sages, prophets, poets, priests,
from daybreak one to sunset last,
has told of Him who was the least, yet,
after they complete the count,
as King is crowned on Temple Mount
© Mila Fourie 2025
