In his homeland,
On the spare bed,
Sunk into the depths of his being,
The darkness breaks
He saw it.
He saw it,
Quickening of breath,
Huh, huh, huh,
It began to form.
Summoning the dragon to guide him.
They watched him.
Patience and waiting.
He touched its power,
Felt it absorb him,
His him probed with an awareness.
Alien and ancient.
Terror, blind terror.
Lithe and poised
Wise beyond wisdom
Since the first days of man
Amused and laughing,
He held it and the fire in his heart
Began to burn.
The crows outside called
Their battlefield cry,
Hungering for food
Taken on the caw to another time.
In the mist of lore
The dragon breath cloaks
Shimmering in be-coming.
Hessian cloth upon his skin
Staff in his hand,
Rain in his beard
And silence in the world.
From their deaths to their deaths,
They reached the place
And settled on the rocks.
Less faces than before
Heads hung on Castle gates.
And those eyes.
Why must they stand and die?
Doubts, oh the doubts
They plagued him
It hangs all on the next few seconds.
The dragon’s dice have been rolled
His fate is sealed.
What was it that the wizard said?
Focus on the feelings for that is what you store.
The memory will guide you back
Learn the lessons well….
For next time”
He reached into his pack and took it out.
He tied the flag to his staff.
Silently and into the circle he walked.
He planted his staff and unfurled the flag.
Y Ddraig Goch.
They watched him
And slowly someone began to sing.
The sound of a hundred Male voices together
Blew back the mist
And the sun broke through.
One by one they stood.
They drew their swords and stabbed the heavens.
By God if we die to day
Then at least we have died free men.
Hope flies on the dragon’s wings
Red and redder,
Like the blood of our foes.
Vengeance is ours,
For the lives of our brothers,
And the treachery visited upon us.
Let us kneel
And pray God that this bitter day,
Will seal our fate,
Are you ready Sons of Wales?
To rise against the Temple of the mind?
To send it crashing with the brimstone of the Heart?
Look to the Dragon’s eyes my friends
And see there your courage, your faith and your hope.
Let it conjure in you.
Feel its ancient force.
Written in the hillsides and the valleys of your lives,
Washed through your rivers,
Permeating your being-ness with the dragon’s fire.
If we believe, though we are few, we can call the dragon to our aid.
We are an ancient race and we have been here long.
We have sung our songs and shared our poems.
We have laughed and we have cried.
We have learned.
This is now our last battle.