Beneath the earth in caverns deep. <br /> The Dragons lie in silent sleep, <br /> where they await the trumpet blast. <br />That tells them it is time at last <br />to emerge from their hidey holes. <br />Majestically assume their roles <br /> as guardians of the land and sea <br />Take up their final destiny. <br /> <br />The bugle horn which must be blown <br /> is hidden in a place unknown. <br />It will be found by accident <br /> by a young boy innocent, <br /> unstained as yet by lust and greed <br />He’ll blow the horn and will succeed <br />in doing what he was born to do <br />call forth the Dragons to renew. <br /> <br />The golden age of peace on earth <br /> where sorrow is replaced by mirth. <br />Where tolerance is seen instead <br /> of bigotry that’s now wide spread. <br />And mankind lives in brotherhood <br />Simply because they know they should. <br /> <br /> <br />The watchful Dragons mediate. <br />Ensure that men negotiate. <br />Will not allow belligerence <br />they know it makes so little sense. <br />In time we will come to understand. <br />We must obey this firm command. <br />2-Jan-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-perhaps-for-m-lady-ernestine/
