Happy St. George's Day to everyone!!!

My friend Clark John Fenney wrote this beautiful epic poem for me, and I feel very honoured reading this poem, and gladly sharing it to everyone!!!!

St. George and the Dragon (For Edileide Brito)

This is my St Georges day,

And on it i will write a lay,

About fair Damosel Edileide

And the events that will be played.

Hailing from the island of Hy-Brasil

She is travelling still

But will dwelleth for a time in Albion

Where the mighty St George haileth from.

So it was on that day of rain and sun

The adventure had begun

And tears of rainfall are in her eyes

Caused by events strange and wild

He came from the North to slake his fill

To where the Southern dwellers dwell

Up upon a lonely crag

With elemental vision spied a hag

But she was not for him

Maiden food was only good for him

He took his flight into the night

And came upon a tower high and built with might

But there was no castle in sight

No protector to fight the fight

His prey was spotted, her fair hair

He would take her there.

If he be bold he could take her now

But he was cunning so he’d wait somehow

The spring night was a little bright

But guards let down at the coming of night

So he flew into the sky

Flying ever high and high

Swooping down out of the evening

His appetite was keening

She saw him coming not a jot

Brushing her hair atop the tower of Escalot

He stifled his raw that sneaky cad

Lest he make the Southern dwellers mad

But when he snatched her he let out a roar

Breathed fire from his lungs, it poured

Out into the errant night

And so he took again to flight

His cave was cold and dank and dark

There was no sign of a friendly skylark

Piles of treasure lay arounder

Sacrificed to this abhorred bounder

Edil felt the shock and awe

Of this invasive carnivore

But she bit her lip

Resolve set on, to hell with it!

For she knew he’d not yet taste flesh

This would be a harsh test

His desire for jewels and gold

Mere hunger overrode

Word got out of the kidnapping

While the Southerners were a napping

Two and two was put together

The clues were there – a flying creature without feathers

Who had been spotted far and near

He had been to here

And what were these inhabitants to do?

They had not a clue

But good fortune would find a way

For Holy St George was passing that way

A dragon slayer born and true

He would provide the egress, the wherewithal to

He resolved to track the wyrmling down

Divest him of maiden, treasure and stolen crowns

Defeat the dragon and rescue Edil,

He’d play the hand that fate would deal

The spoor of sin was everywhere

He found a lock of Edilaide’s hair

A discarded bracelet, a ring or two

But no shed blood – phew!

His stratagem was in his mind

He’d draw the creature outside

It did suit his fighting style

Room to manoeuvre, outsmart and get behind

Boldly approaching the wyrm’s foul lair,

In order to rescue the lady fair

He banged sword on shield and cried ‘Come hither’

And after a while the dragon did slither

Both opponents sized up the other

And Faustus the dragon thought he could smother

With flames this impudent mortal, first strike

But deftly aside parrying with shield George evaded as he might

Faustus did bellow

At this impudent fellow

Moved closer and lashed out with tail

But swiftly George dodged aside, and again the dragon did fail

He cried out in pain – a sword had bit deep

And Faustus retaliated with sharp pointy teeth

George had been blooded, was also in pain

But his mind was clear, in battle he’d been trained

Now both had suffered

They circled each other

Wary but not in retreat

Still both on their feet

But Faustus took to the air

To gain advantage of height there

And George did let fly his spear

It flew upwards seeking weak spot now clear

Dragon wounded again and weakened once more

He let fly with hot steam with a mighty roar

And this attack did find its mark

Filled lungs with poison but did not strike the heart

Sensing weakness now, Faustus knew somehow

His moment had come for the kill now

He swooped down to still choking George

And struck out with his gnarly claws

He sensed no ruse, no canny trick

George had recovered resilient as stone or brick

He plucked up his weapon

Said a prayer to Heaven

And struck the spot the spear had pierced before

And the dragon gave an almighty pained roar

St George had made his score

And the Demonborne Faustus would cry no more

But dragons are dragons and and danger when dead

Out of the wounds inflicted did the acid ichor bleed

The spray was wide and flowing fast

Could not be avoided a hopeless task

George cried out as it burned skin to a crisp

Eating through armour and melting it to a whisp

Brave George fell. Passed out through malady

But hope was here, here came the lady

Amongst the caves treasure was a healing balm

It worked its magic and made a cooling body warm

Bringing life back into him

St George would live again!

Here endeth this tale – a short summary

Edilaide returned home and in good company

St George his task accomplished here

Left to wander a land and cleanse more fear

And what of the lady from Hy-Brasil?

She recovered from her ordeal and is dwelling here still

Brushing her hair in the moonlight

Before retiring to sleep sweet dreams at night

Now no more rainfall in her eyes

She feared not threat from sky

And with calm repose did think of him

Thoughts of adventure and this godly man

A Hero who came and saved both soul and skin

Now left a-travelling

But in times of need she could call on him

- And the Hero would come again!

Clark John Fenney Friday, 23 April 2010, St George's Day Albion