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 its 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

© Richard D. Preston