Dreaming Dragon

Dragon sleeps soundly
Dreams of burning the town with
Fire and angry breath

CUCHULAIN IS HERE

Cuchulain is here
The Hound of Ulster
Armed with a righteous fury
And Gáe Bulg, the lightning spear
Friends and foes alike
Witness the fearsome transformations
When his ríastrad is unleashed
Every one flees the field
Not out of cowardice but true fear
For the wrath of Cuchulain
Turns his being black
A fog of anger rises
As he moves to the attack
But more than woe to his foes
Even friends fear him
For when he is enraged
His wrath makes him blind
Wading into the fray
Time after time
Tragedies befell him
In all his glories
He felt the throes
Of horror and sorrow
Of the wages of steel
And he died broken
In spirit, in mind and bone
By treachery and vengeance
For a warrior of such renown
Could never retire upon a throne

HEAVEN'S FORGE

In the place
Where Heaven’s forge is kept
A single workman toils
Body of fire covered in sweat
He is relentless, working, working
Pounding steel from the forge
Shaping it and more
Giving it life giving it an edge
He is dedicated at the core
But unlike the others
Who live in Heaven’s embrace
He is not assured
Of his redemption
He is unsure of his status
For he isn’t like the others
Created for the purpose of serving
His blood is demonic
Though his heart is pure
The fire that consumes him
Is the desire to create
His passion is sincere
He is so committed to making
That he understands that
There is no truth outside
The creator’s hand
So he toils and labors
To acquire
His own redemption
In the sweat of the brow
Of the creator
Who built the forge
So that one of fire
Might earn
His salvation