The English Dragon.

 

The English Dragon

By

Wulf Ingessunu

 

 

Hark! When the dragon wakes!

See! When this island shakes!

Where now the Engel-Kin,

When shall our war begin.

 

Seek now those whose Will shall stand,

Seek now those who love their land.

 

Hark! Hear now the dragon’s call,

Just as our land shall fall:

Engel-Kin – now rise anew,

Hear the call, the time is due.

 

Seek now they whose strength ne’er yields,

Seek them on the land and  fields.

 

Not in the cities overthrown,

Not in the hell-holes once called home:

But in the ancient countryside,

Where we shall stand – side by side.

 

Seek now they who stand so proud,

Seek not the numbers of the crowd.

 

And now the Engel-Kin shall rise,

When the signs shall fill the skies:

Catastrophic change shall come,

Earthquakes, floods, not far from home:

 

Seek now the lonely places found,

Seek now the wild-woods that abound:

 

The cities of our land shall burn,

The towns and hamlets in their turn:

Ne’er before such sights are seen, 

Within this land, once bright and green:

 

Seek now the wolf’s heads in the wood,

Seek now the truth, and what is good:

 

For this my seeing shall foretell,

Not all is lost – all  shall be well -

When the gods shall kindle war,

The outlander shall leave our shore.

 

Seek not for what ye shall not find,

Seek within your kin and kind.

 

The secret of the victory,

Lies within both you and me:

Withdraw into yourselves my Folk,

To break the chains, and free the yoke.

 

Seek now for those who came before,

Seek now the Ancestors of yore.

 

For now the gods shall kindle war,

Ne’er seen within this land before:

A war to end the wars of eld,

This Dark Age now so long has held.

 

Seek now the English Dragon bold,

That flew o’er folk and lands of old:

Seek now the English Dragon fine,

That flew afore the thin red line.

The English Dragon rises……………………..

I have just found this poem that I wrote over ten years ago, and had forgotten that this piece had even been written. It was written in a prophetic sense as was much of my stuff back then. It is a chilling warning, and yet a call to withstand everything that is thrown upon us.