THE
DRAGONS' SONG
Dragons come
in a myriad of forms,
out of the ordinary away from the norm;
they may take the shape of a distant war
breathe fire as consuming as a lightning storm.
They often
come in the dark of night.
We awaken startled with its vision in sight
to a gritty scene of a torrid past.
Who knew this demon monster would forever last?
We stand
defenseless before it's great power;
we are the victims it wants to devour.
With all its cunning and with all its skill,
joy and tranquility is what it wishes to kill.
Dragons live
in a different realm
they seek to intimidate and to overwhelm.
The heat from their flames causes night sweats,
yet we are never purged from our regrets
The beast
preys upon weary mortals
from out of hells own brimstone portals.
An adversary stealing the sands of time
with no mercy, no conscience, no reason nor rhyme
To slay
the dragon would be sublime...
Armies
lay in silent limbo with Swords drawn
in sleepless vigilance from dusk to dawn.
Together we fight the warriors’ fight,
alone
in the multitudes, Crusaders of the night
copyright
Richard D. Preston
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