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The Dragon
Notice in the darkened sky,
Like oil the day is drowned by
night,
And hear you in the breeze so
fair,
The dragon swooping in the
air?
Flames inside his nostrils
flare,
Stars controlled with breathe
of air,
And faintly like the pass of
fire
Fields and forests burning
dire.
The dragon had a simple wish,
It wished just once to catch a
fish,
A creature worthy of his size
To eat and tear with ne’er a
sigh.
Yet where in all worlds would
he find
A fish of such immortal kind,
To keep so deep inside its
lair,
Never to hide and never to
share?
His teeth long filed by age
and bone,
The dragon sits upon his
throne,
Of jewels and gems, and ruby
stone,
Where shadows shiver hid by
loam,
Who has seen this creature
fierce?
This winged beast whose eyes
do pierce
Through warriors and rock
alike,
This serpent wrought from
grace and might?
Few do live and tell such
tales,
Very little men live now,
Near where the dragon likes to
sail
On wings that flap like stormy
gales.
So every year this beast will
fish,
To find his final tasty dish,
For then with longing can he
die?
The only dragon left to cry.
But cast your reader’s eye
afar,
In the distance riding fast,
Upon a steed that seems to
float
Over land and over moat.
Can you see this rider fair?
The maiden warrior, Guinevere?
She comes without ne’er a care
She seeks the fearsome
dragon’s lair.
But no eyes see so far as him,
The dragon sees this puny
thing,
And roaring like a god gone
blind
This beast, Falikor flies to
sky.
Flame pours from his gaping
jaw,
The dead all paused at Satan’s
door,
Such rage come from the
dragon’s breathe
That the rider sensed her
death.
But luck is such a twisted
thing,
For fable had a magic ring,
And placed it once for her to
find,
To use this once, this only
time.
Her brave grey steed became as
beast,
Maw so wide with lance long
teeth,
And so the dragon paused in
flight
To see this strange display of
might.
The two beasts met with clash
of light,
Another star to break this
night
Of shadows, darkness, gloom
and fright,
The rider drew her sound with
might.
The dragon now perceived his
chance
To catch his fish with
graceful dance,
Claws stretched forth and
pinion wide
Falikor began to dive.
At this point did the
strangest thing,
Occur due to this brazen ring,
The sword that Guinevere held
high
Broke into childish lullaby.
The dragon fell deep into
sleep,
And fell down to the sea’s
blue deep,
There to find at very last
The one desire ne’er masked
The lesson here that one must
learn,
Is ne’er hope and ne’er yearn,
For even dragons up so high,
Cannot fish to save their
lives.
No matter then how high you
go,
Every creature falls down low,
To disappear in deep blue
depths
A fading dream once kept and
left.
EAST_LNDN_SPECTRE