[Poetry Page]

Arise oh poet!

Long from sleep I force my self awake.
Many strange dreams make restless my slumber.

She whose name means nothing makes me
be the dragon; once again.

For with such cold fury I could smite worlds,
obliterate armies, topple all injustices,....

But, no. For such power is only given for
one purpose alone:

To say to Cheena:

"It is not time that you turned your ear
 to the sound of the song of the world?"

We await your beautious words once again.

Ever your humble