From The Womb Of Fire, Held Fast By Nature's Thread (17) Poem by Captain Cur

The Temple of Mavros, unlike any built
Or ever again built by mortal hand;
Torch lined winding levels, forever lit,
Internal fountains feeding streaming bands
Unsurpassed by any undertaking of man.
An untamed moon rises beneath the clouds
Clothed in the brilliance of its flowing beams
Unveiled by night, lifting its starlit shroud,
Draping earth with the luster of its trailing gown.

A pillared temple immense and brightly domed
With open swaths of massive gardened tiers;
Effusive, flowered in tranquility,
A fractionally mirrored universe
Expanding within itself in unyielding youth.
Flavored in living aromatic breath
Exulting in life's excessive beauty
Nor a single blade of growth to divest
Nurtured by the engorgement of its swelling breast.

Labyrinthine paths hewed through stone passageways;
Multi-leveled marbled steps laid wide and deep,
Mysteries of its structured essence paved
Within the holds of its architectural keep.
A rotunda on which the dragon sleeps
Elevated and sculpted like the creature's head
Amid grassy oceans pooled like windswept waves
Rooted by mammoth trees which frame its massive bed,
An unparalleled accomplishment held fast by nature's thread.