The Dragon and the Ox
Alone in the wood featureless and stark
hid a beast of burden that surly crept,
for countless years behind the hidden bark
its dying soul among the dead unwept.
In the House of the Garden of Hollies
beckoned a bright light through asylum gate,
and led him from those dark satanic trees
to be with her in a late tryst of fate.
Out of the labyrinth black forest fade
rose that weary Ox from dolour and scorn -
from retribution in his own upbraid
to the amnesty of the coming dawn.
Into the clutches of a Dragon’s lair
entered the Ox on a kiss and a dare.
Written: December 1997
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