And the dragon and his angels waged war, and they were not strong enough, and there was no longer a place found for them in heaven. And the great dragon was thrown down…Rev. 12.7-9
The great red dragon.
The old stories tell of your time in the heavens;
the woman clothed with the sun, and the war.
The thread you hung by grew weak as
your dashing red matured.
And in your arrogance you were cut loose,
bringing a third with you.
You will only flourish for a season.
The male child will come to rule with iron.
And we, the rocks, will cry out.
[Christine Valters Paintner at www.abbeyofthearts.com regularly provides a photo as a poetry prompt for her readers. It's a safe place to be poetic, so visit the abbey and take a look around]
Thanks for the site - I will check it out. Poetry is not my forte!
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