My thought is
that we are afraid
afraid of the wild heart
that we will not look into the fire directly.
We live our job-protected lives
behind the ramparts of a life insured
and keep the wildwood at bay.
Curious how our devil
sports horns, goat's feet and dragon's tail
red his favourite colour,
whilst our hero is St George.
My thought is
he's science,
scepticism his sword,
hypothesis the lance that pins the dragon's head.
Legend has it, when she of the three-fold way was lost to us,
the Merlin held the magic,
but then was lost to lechery,
therein losing himself,
No form now breaks the surface of the lake
where Nimue sleeps.
Would that we could throw her not just sword,
but lance and armour too,
and walk this magic land,
naked to the wild wild wood.