He is of the Welsh
Mother Dragon of Cymru,
Daubed with paint
of Africa & Sephardic Jew,
He is of Alpha-male
wolf from Iberian Spain,
His blood, mixed,
stirred, in cauldron of vein.
He bears sacred sword
of Excalibur´s blade,
He, going forth in
life, without being afraid,
Through The Black
Mountains & magical Tor,
Over Cantabrian Sierras,
seeking always more.
Beneath many stars,
old suns & ancient moons,
Where lions prowl
& wolves howl mournful tunes,
He speaks in many
tongues, of magnificent lands,
Holding messages
from the Gods within his hands.
He, born on this
earth, to lead & born to be free,
To sail over oceans
& walk under forested trees,
Chosen to awaken
men & make them all realize,
You´ll find all answers,
deep in his wise old eyes.
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