Lullaby of the Dragon(花畔記Ⅱ)

Drawn to the blue glow in the palm of their hand, A drifting crowd across the modern land. Though strange the coins and strange the ways they tread, I hear the soft breath of my child instead. Through every age, no matter where we roam, This fragile dew of life remains our home. I bow my head to elders worn with weight, And pull the lost youth from the railroad gate. “Cast not away the breath that you were giv’n,” I speak with eyes that saw a castle riv’n. Through ashes of the past, my gaze is clear; No falsehood dwells within the counsel here. Though born of storm and darkest night of grief, A drop of dew upon a trembling leaf, No sin shall stain this tiny beating heart, Let judgmental shadows tear the world apart— With mother’s pride, I sweep them all away, Like cherry blossoms where the dragons play, With boundless love, I shall defend this grace, To arrogant shadows on the midnight street, A single piercing glare makes their defeat. With ancient grace, their malice turned aside, Subdued to justice where the laws abide. Who dares despise the gentle and the meek Shall learn the shame of folly that they seek. In this quiet age, devoid of war and breadless plight, What do you fear, drowning in hollow light? Thy vessels overflow, yet starved of soul within, Bound by convenient chains of your own sin. Though four long centuries have come and fled, Has human nature never changed its thread? Through neon streets drunk on an empty wealth, I walk with quiet dignity and stealth. The tiny hand that rests upon my chest Shall guide tomorrow toward a nobler rest. Beneath the cold rain of the crowded street, My sleeves shield thee from every storm we meet. Lullaby, sleep under the evening star... Crossed through the fires of the ancient war, A mother’s spine unbowed against the night. ...Come, let us step into the morning light.