~ Mythic Splinters ~


With blood, or flood of maidens’ tears,

The Old Gods listen.

Through the span of years,

They mark each mention of their names.

From whose lips drop casual invocations,

Or what glory grasped,

From which rich nations?

Their talking heads,

Trophies of morbid war games.

The studied –ologies of man’s behemoth need,

And representation of all of these…

Reasons to “be”.

Vanished civilizations,

That they lost,

But relics left,

And seasons to “seed”.

Wrapped inside, and mummified,

Souls in jars and eaten hearts.

Ashes steeped in ancient arts,

To Gods and Goddesses,

Channeled to “breed” –

The unbelievers always bleed.


The harvest of fading summers of youth,

And new generations

To teach the “truth” of the power,

In ley-lines, dowsing rods,

Or Golden Means and travel by stars,

All these gifts, could, would,

Have been ours,

But restless is the inborn soul of Mars,

And human nature sinks us back,

To primitive drives and a self-based track,

That links us to overblown faith in our strengths.

The Old Gods listen.

They mark our words spoken,

And count dark years, and hours’ lengths,

‘Till ancient, buried seals are broken,

When again, the world as we know it

Will change.

Study cryptic ciphers or archaic stains,

Bathed in blood, soaked in painful remains,

Of tyrants’ rules and rites

Beyond strange.

Watch thy tongue, for wagged in ignorance

Is no excuse, or relief –

Once freed, they cross the veil,

Set loose,

To feed, for the chance misuse,

Of manifested belief.

Archaeologists prize each unearthed tool,

Each purpose and jawbone, missing teeth,

Every overflowed cup,

Or Golden wand or Rule;

Drilled into dogma or mantra, in time,

The perfect reason – to appease the Divine.

Gitche Manitou sees all,

Or maybe Odin will heed the horn’s call,

Perhaps Vishnu will rise in the skies once more,

Or Quetzalcoatl’s feathered scales form the door

To a land beyond illusion’s fair grasp…

The rasp,

Of a blood-whetted blade

Answers all.

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2009


About dragonkatet

Regarding the blog name, Dragon’s Dreams ~ The name comes from my love-affairs with both Dragons and Dreams (capital Ds). It’s another extension of who I am, a facet for expression; a place and way to reach other like-minded, creative individuals. I post poetry and images that fascinate or move me, because that’s my favorite way to view the world. I post about things important to me and the world in which we live, try to champion extra important political, societal and environmental issues, etc. Sometimes I wax philosophical, because it’s also a place where I always seem to learn about myself, too, by interacting with some of the brightest minds, souls and hearts out there. It’s all about ‘connection(s)’ and I don’t mean “net-working” with people for personal gain, but rather, the expansion of the 4 L’s: Light, Love, Laughter, Learning.
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One Response to ~ Mythic Splinters ~

  1. I chose a random post and I saw this one, wondering why such a beauty and talent has no likes and comments! Amazing!

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