Beyond a rise that overlooks the shore
there lies a misty lowland veiled in lore
whose simple secrets, hidden and obscure
elude so many seekers, rich and poor
that bitterness and rage they did outpour
and "here be dragons!" was the curse they swore
against the earth that dared deny rapport.
Thus branded as a no-man's land, no more
would seekers chance the journey to explore
the unknown wonders cloaked in metaphor
or find the footprints left by those before
so subtly lit by glow of stars' allure,
a testament to those who ne'er forswore
the search for right and meaning, heretofore.
Yet dark resentment served to underscore
what irony their declaration bore!
For dragons have been known since time of yore
as guardians of treasures, evermore;
and be these gold or jade or secret door
through which eternal light and wisdom soar,
the truth is ever plain in dragon's roar.
But lo! That truth shall yet come to the fore
of minds and hearts and spirits who endure
the journey of our life, our cosmic tour
and know this trek is more than merely chore.
Those secrets which lie hidden on the moor,
though coveted as treasures by the score,
are simply symbols of the truth, the core.
In fact, there are no gems or wealth or ore
or artifacts or any goods to store
beneath the earth or waters, to be sure;
but simple beauty and perfection pure
which sing of unity 'twixt sky and shore
and comfort humble hearts forevermore
are all you'll find upon the dragon's moor.
