3 August 2005
Who were these knights who slew the dragons?
Majestic creatures flying above,
breathing fire, raging down upon the castles
where the nobility could not rest
so long as the dragons did exist,
so sent forth their noble knights to destroy
the dreams and hope of the common folk.
The peasants did believe in dragons,
fire breathing creatures more powerful than kings,
winged pyrochemical magic,
the possibility of freedom,
of transcendence of the muck and mire,
shadows from the skies that would frighten the knights
force them to return to the castles
or perhaps even to liberate
all those forced to work within the castle walls,
to bring down those walls with the fiery breath,
dragon's breath, and liberate the peasantry,
so no one need be afraid again,
forced to hide one's daughters when the knights rode forth
or forced to celebrate sir this and lord that
with the meagre bread left from their plundering.
So when shadows of clouds cross the plain
and peasants dream of giant wings and perceive
dragon's breath in the fiery winds
as they toil under a flaming sun,
do not be surprised. These are day dreams.
The nobility understood perfectly.
This is why they sent forth their knights,
thugs that even Tony Soprano
would have recognized and respected,
hooded bearers of hegemony,
to quelch the flame of the dragon's breath,
to keep the chains locked tight around the peasant's
dreams of liberation, to slay the dragon.
For through that murder, empires live.
© 2005, Satya J. Gabriel