Stitching the Standard
By Edmund Blair Leighton

The Dragon's Breath

The mist is rising in the night
The Dragon's breath covers the land
My chosen one sleeps safe in my arms
The smell of him surrounds me
His breath is warm on my cheek

At the light of day he rides
To battle the foe of the land
But tonight he is safe next to me
The sound of his heartbeat fills me
His body is warm beside me

I have seen the other women lament
When the men they love are brought home cold
Their keen rends the night
No longer to feel the touch
No longer to feel the breath

My heart fails in me
As I look at him sleeping
To know that in the dawn of the day
He will mount the stirrup
He will ride away

Into the mouth of the Dragon
He will ride this day
In his glove will be my ribbon
In his heart will be my love
In his hand a sword

In the light of the moon
By the standing stones
Soul to soul we wed
Today he faces death
My blessings go with him.

Copyright Cait McKnelly 2000

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