My dreams are made of a woman
Clothed with the Sun
And she walks on the Moon
Twelve diamonds adorned her head
And she held in her belly
A child who would rule all nations
With a rod of Iron
The woman fled into a desert
Where not even the Red Dragon could follow
For his eyes were set on
The domination of the world
Written Thursday Febuary 2006
Allan James Saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-and-a-red-dragon/
