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SCORCHED CORONA E.A. Bowen Copyright 2011 by E.A. Bowen Smashwords Edition For Those In Need Collected Poetry Passion's Imp In Darkness Lays the Dragon Scorched Corona What Evil Does to He: Cry of the Werewolf Knight of the Crimson Night Imprisoned Mankind My Scarlet Countess Doll with No Face Why the Widow Weeps Hermit Sod House View of the Vile Lasher Of Tulips Tearless | SCORCHED CORONA E.A. Bowen Copyright 2011 by E.A. Bowen Smashwords Edition For Those In Need Collected Poetry Passion s Imp In Darkness Lays the Dragon Scorched Corona What Evil Does to He Cry of the Werewolf Knight of the Crimson Night Imprisoned Mankind My Scarlet Countess Doll with No Face Why the Widow Weeps Hermit Sod House View of the Vile Lasher Of Tulips Tearless Babe Cactus Children Unholy Nuptials Grave Diseased Earth When We the People Sit in Silence What We Have Seen Now Stronger In Vain Chu a Solitary American Eagle Court of Corruption Ironclad Rustics Il banchetto di Bacchus Bedlam of the Moguls Kingdom of the Dead Catacomb Practice of Euboea s Lords Penalty of the Human Life Bloody Land Creatures Pretty Ballerina Feel the Strange Heart Beating Passion s Imp Angelic faery Of mortal lands With shattered wings Flickering slightly Your chastity weeps Of late disgrace Waxed tenderly not and Scarred burnt cheeks O passion s imp Beloved scorched -Seared in blacknessWake your dark eyes To ruby wings unbroken Graciousness restored With melted sorrow Angelic faery breathe In immortal lands In Darkness Lays the Dragon In darkness lays the dragon Where I shall slay it by my hand With sword and crest in gallantry Near England my ship to land. And I with fever curse aloud Deaf to sweating rage And to surface comes my fear My body. ravaged by age. Out with my bellows and cries As I vision a greenery ahead I spot the cave where he sleeps Darkness lumps inside- dread. What if he were to wake before I could Plummet his blood silence abroad What if I were to break before My cunning beast I dare maraud And now I lay my foot upon His scales cobalt and red My hands grip into my sword As I creep along his bed. Fire from out his mouth Burns light within the cave I see scores of dragons sleeping And I am weeping Weeping Weeping to be brave. From behind me now comes forth A blaze of crimson fire My aging body Ages no more As I scorch in a fiery gyre In darkness lays the .
