Chapter Twenty-one

 

The flowering of light from darkness

brought into my sight there on the field

a host of dragons caught

like a crest of wind before the eternal flame.

I saw the ages in their eyes

a worldly map inscribed

in each whirled scale on their hides.

Their sorcery bled from them

like the breathing of stars

and I knew then

that dragons had come among us . . .

ANOMANDARIS
FISHER (B.?)