Perihelion - October 2002
The Land Where I Am King - Alex Crosse
Dragon - Alia Sheikh
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Dragon by Alia Sheikh


Here I sit on my gilded throne,
In my keep of graven stone,
Standing proud above the endless sea,
     My sea!
          In the land where I am king.

My keep of power standing tall,
Holding nature at its call,
A sentinel of rule, of justice,
     My justice!
          In the land where I am king

But from that sea a storm is rising,
The dark and endless waters writhing,
They throw their maddened rage against
the cliffs,
     My cliffs!
          In the land where I am king.

And with a shriek the grey clouds crack,
And for a moment the clouds roll back,
And we hear their sound across the sky,
     My sky!
          In the land where I am king.

And from the rift the dragons fly,
Dancing through the leaden sky,
Down to the fields far below,
     My fields!
          In the land where I am king.

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And as they fall the dragons sing,
And in the air the dragonsong rings
And in an instant the fortress breaks,
     My fortress!
          In the land where I am king.

Now the dragons are free to roam,
In the land that I once called home,
They fly, across the land's lost hills,
     My hills!
          In the land where I am king.

Here I sit on my gilded throne,
Among my stronghold's shattered stones,
I stare out at broken the world before me,
     My world!
          In the land where I am king.

The hills now ring with the dragons' cry
What once held life has been left to die,
There's nothing left,
Just the moors and meadows of a broken land,
     My land,
          The land where I am king!

Dragon by Alia Sheikh

Alex Crosse