The Dragon and The Door - poem

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The Dragon and The Door

 

Once Stood a Knight, Armor Gleaming
Before the Maw to Hell’s Front Door
In both hands, Longsword Keening
As was Sought, Those Gone Before.

Yet this Knight, Bravely Standing
While Passing by the Blood and Gore
Did While Upon, Old Bones Standing
A Tear did Shed, There by That Door.

“Further, Further; continue advancing”
Even as comrades drop to the floor
More Tears shed, but Still Advancing
Toward the Dragon, and the Door.

Furtive shouts, softly spoken
as we move into hell yet once more.

At the Dragon, losing armor
First the helm and then some more
Wrestle us with unsound opinion
Striving to beat upon that door

“Once more give try... the door is broken”
Pressing lightly to go before.
Some still fall but others hearken
“Through the door and on,” implore.

Again engaged, by battle weakened
Victory slowly in our grasp.
When finally comes end battle treat’n
To see our victory come at last...

All the other girls, and I, give whispers...
of our thanks...
to the Goddess... forevermore
at last.

T D Aldoennetti
(Cambodia - 1968)

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The Dragon and The Door - poem

How beautiful in its imagery and profound in its message.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Encouraged

Andrea Lena's picture

Again engaged, by battle weakened
Victory slowly in our grasp.
When finally comes end battle treat’n
To see our victory come at last...

Would that we all realize that the victory is in our grasp! I know I'm not the only one fighting a battle; sad to see that some still fall, as is testified in black on the right side of the page. But their example causes us to hearken and through the door. Thank you for bringing this word of encouragement!

She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Con grande amore e di affetto, Andrea Lena

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena