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