Dragon Dreams

My dreams Fight dragons Men in grim faces fall behind me. My dreams March across lonely roads Shuddering cries before me. Weeping roars from hanging trees Across the angry rivers. I am weary. Where are the heroes that my grandfather grabbed from distant times? Where are the sharpened spears eased on mighty shoulders? Where are the whispering hands--- Gentle Yet stinging bees On the faces of my enemies? Find the armies of my friends. Send them to me Before my head Lies uneasy on your pillow.