The Awen declared that in a past life
I was a great black dragon of night.
I carried the stars in my belly
Imagining trees at war inside me.

Yet spears struck me, turned my membranes
Inside out, drew and quartered my remains.
I suddenly became my own attacker.

Throughout the centuries of savagery
I fought to recall my love for the trees
But my amity was destroyed by all the things
Unfit for humane consumption.

I knew the world I sought was gone
Before I started looking.
Only its gods remain,
Pale like harlequins
Before the moon’s seductions.

Only enchanters stay loyal to me,
The endless night of universe longing
To sing in dreams of celestial light
The dragon deep of this great unquiet.