The Dragon and the Ox
Alone in the wood featureless and stark
laid a beast of burden sorely sleeping,
for countless years behind the hidden bark
all true impediments furtive keeping.
Out of the nebulous dead forest glade
woke a weary Ox from dolour and scorn -
from retribution in his own upbraid
to the amnesty of the coming dawn.
In the House of the Garden of Hollies
beckoned a bright light through asylum gate,
and led him from those dark satanic trees
where love did his surly bonds liberate.
Into the clutches of a Dragon’s kiss
fell the Ox on a bed of tender bliss.
Written: December 1997
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