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Dragon PoetryIt seems rather impossible to find good dragon poetry in mainstream literature. Maybe I just don't look hard enough... But luckily some of my friends or friends of friends are poets, and I must say, they're very good.
As One ------- Shadows slip over the land in silent waves amidst a darkening world. Beneath stars turning on one by one, like black silver he moves across the skies. Earth turns beneath his flight. Down below, a Child of the Earth waits, reaching through the great unseen, anchoring her soul to his. Glittering stars nestle into the bed of night, over the shadowed form of a dragon's never-ending soar into the heavens, Child of Earth on his back. Jewels shine in his eyes, stars which kept him company even as he searched the world for her. . . never turning back. . . Now they fly as one. --Jennifer Lynne Ellison 0213.95
Dream-Flight by _SeHT A falling star catches and holds my gaze, And as I watch it fall, a shadow covers the moon's bright face, And as it flies back, re-crossing that celestial grove, I see two great dragons, conjoined in love. I watch their joy until I see them no more. And as I walk home I feel my spirits soar; I climb the stairs and prepare for bed; Settling for sleep, I follow where my thoughts are led. Flapping my wings, I feel myself rise, As I move through the air, a child of the skies; I feel my love's gentle presence there by my side, And I smile, and allow her to be my guide. Further on we fly, sliding gracefully through the sky, Over valleys so deep and mountains so high; Bright stars are above us, beneath lies the earth, As we fly through the air, our inheritance from birth. And there in the air we nuzzle and kiss, And we two become one and we know only bliss As we glide on together, I hers and she mine; There is only us; there is no more Time. And she is beneath me, my mate and my love, Our necks softly twining in the passion of love; My seed bursts within her in a joyous gout of flame, I cry aloud in my love, she calls out my name - And the dream is over and I am awake, And I rub my tired eyes and a deep breath I take. It can never be. But how real it all seems As we fly, two dragon lovers, so deep in my dreams.
The Call of the Wind by _SeHT I turn my face to the wind And it sings to me: It sings of the things that it sees, And of the places it has been, And of the places itt is going; It calls to me, and I listen, For the call of the wind is strong. Once I had wings to lift me, To make me part of the wind's song; I could fly for ever and a day, Watching the land pass below, A part of the wind, and yet apart... Those days are long gone now, But the call of the wind is strong. And I turn my face into the wind And stretch forth my arms as I did So long ago, and imagine myself lifted Into the air, and free again to fly Where I wish, where I will; But it is past, and I yearn for it, For the call of the wind is strong. One day I shall go down into the dust, And what is left shall be scattered in the air, To blow and roam with the currents As they drift over the world. And then shall I know freedom, and peace, And I can rest then, welcomed again, For the call of the wind is strong. But for now I can only listen As it draws my dragon heart, And I wish that I could look up And spread my wings, and be a part Of the music of the wind, as it sings Its song of forever, and forever, For the call of the wind is strong...
Jonathan Martin aka Reweth is another dear friend of mine. He's a musician and surprised me with this song one day...
Song For Kystan Somewhere, somehow, sometime ago my friend, you'd wings to fly and in your noble Dracoform ruled paramount the sky You had an ordinary life you lived, and sang, and cried. You may have even found true love but somehow, there, you died. I know not how it came to pass that here you came to be. perhaps reincarnation is to blame for misery Is misery that which you feel when memories return to haunt you, of your better life your heart begins to burn with fleeting glimpses of a time when you were free to soar. Alas it now seems you you shall be earthbound, forevermore But don't despair, my fiery friend although your pain is real You're not alone, ther're others here who feel just what you feel For Oh! To be a dragon now A child of sun and sky I'd gladly give all earthly goods and let this body die I know that someday we will win our battle to be free of these, our worldly shackles; we need only find the key The key; it lies in all of us of this, my freind, I'm sure and looking forward to the day we're dragons... Evermore! -Jonathan C. Martin
Cruel Imagination or On Not Being a Dragon It's painful to imagine now just what I'd like to be For I see clearly anyhow The lock; it has no key No locksmith can unfasten it with hammer, file or blade The tool required for the job I fear will ne'er be made. Some people with a won'drous gift Can show me yonder side but sadly I shall never be A dragon, bona fide So if you mighty beasts of lore would like a human meal I offer up my humble self to sate your hungry creel Perhaps this way a part of me may have a voice to sing Its praises to your noble race: Aloft on Dragon-wing... - Jonathan C. Martin
Wisps of Smoke by Jonathan C. Martin Wherefore have I been plagued with lofty dreams that are so oft' beyond this mortal's reach? They never will be true it sometimes seems and sorrow threatens, this heart's walls, to breach It felt at times a foolish child's desire to feel the rush of wind beneath my wings, to challenge the Sun's fervour with my fire and with draconic voice make anthems ring Is it too much to hope that someday I through some means as yet unbeknownst may soar perchance to join those rulers of the sky and live with them as family evermore? I grow e'er certain that there is a way and I will seach for't past my dying day...
The Scaled Touch 1995 David Cooksey Once I felt that the touch was strange, A fleeting thought with soft edged bat wings. Once I felt that the touch was something to be feared, An ignoble thought that weighed so much. Once I flinched from the touch free given, A silly thought and one unworthy. Once I flinched from the thought of the touch, A silly thought...but true. Once the touch happened, once it rose A thought struck me like the clap of wings in air. Once I thought to run....to hide, And I learned the meaning of fear. Once more the touch, it ignored my fear, A soft sound as it found my hiding place. Once the touch sought me out, It simply refused to not be. Once the touch of silvered scales, A claw of ebon shining. Once it reached out, and held nearbye. Waiting for some response. Once I reached out, lifting my hand to grasp at it To gasp at it, as I found myself. Once touching and being touched, The touch was warm and somehow, smiling. Once the touch of scale to skin, I felt something give way inside. Once the touch free given and free returned, I realized something simple but seldom found. Once..a touch touched me more A thought woke somewhere, long denied. Once the touch of scale on skin, whispered softly of caring And it made me simply smile. Forever the touch would remind me. Forever the touch would free me Forever the touch would please me Forever the touch..and returned.
Slayers Doom: He draws his sword of metal The sound does strike great fear And not another sound alive Could the Dragon hear He charges twords the mighty beast His mission glory be He cares not what the consequence But that he gets his fee The Dragon stands in self-defense His strength does muster all But is too late for elder one The mighty Dragon falls The knight believes his battle won The Dragon hath been slain But knight will never know The honor of the Dragon's pain The death does bring the money in His own coffier be filled Now never shall his hunger strike He'll never feel the chill But when death commeth to the knight Eternal torture waits While dragon, up above does live Inside of heaven's gates. --Silverdusk
Dragons of Night Something in the dark came alive tonight A dragon of some sort, made it's way into the light Green and shiny Long and windy Eyes of gold Truth untold Elegantly through the air The Dragon danced seemingly without a care Toward me it came Softly calling my name Sprouting wings, taking to flight Dancing with the Dragon into the night To and fro, twisted and twirled Beyond the clouds, into it's world The Dragon sang me a riddle A beginning, an end with no middle It said I might understand some day Wake it then said, and there I lay Ceiling and walls Doors and halls Gently rubbing my head I sat up in bed Looking around Darkness without sound Thinking only of the riddle A beginning, an end with no middle. Slowly back to sleep I fell Back to the depths of my mind to dwell The Dragon said, "You misunderstood the riddle, as I knew you would." I slowly nodded my head As I slept there in my bed The Dragon looked at me and said, "Listen." I looked at the Dragon noticing his eyes glisten It said, "We existed once, but we all died." "But you are here now.", I softly cried. The Dragon smiled a toothy grin As it wiped a tear from my chin. The Dragon said, "You found me only because you believe, Therefore you, I will not deceive." "A beginning and an end with no middle," The Dragon stated, "wasn't even a riddle." I sat there thinking And suddenly I was blinded by a light and left blinking. When I regained my sight I realized the dragon and I were back in flight. Looking down I saw a small town Huge fields also below Lifting my head I saw mountains covered in snow. "Where are we?", I asked. The Dragon looked at me and said, "The past." As I looked up into the sky of night, I saw several other Dragons with us in flight. Blue, Green, Yellow and Red All of these Dragons were so beautiful in my head. Then again we were on the ground The other Dragons, us they did surround. With a huge blazing fire in the middle No one tended it, but it did not dwindle Fat and thin, tall and short They all looked different, even one with a wart. One stepped forward, huge and red, Towering over me, though I did not dread Lowered his head, looking me in the eye. Tilting his head a bit, he asked me, "Why?" I felt a little faint from the smell of his breath It was most putrid, and smelled of death. Peering back into his eyes, I didn't move an inch. This Dragon was untrusting, and could kill me with a pinch. I said, "I believe in you, and am not a threat." "Yes," he stated in reply, "or we never would have met. You would have ended up a meal, or at least a tasty treat. You having so little meat." Some of the others did not approve Voicing their opinions, yet did not move. With a huge red Dragon in my face, I stood my ground. (And was rather proud.) I inhaled a deep breath, looking him in the eye and said rather loud, "I do not fear you," pointed at a few others, "nor you or you." I finished my statement, "I am here because I believe, and love Dragons. That is true." The red Dragon took a step back. Raising up his head as if ready to attack. Nodding his head, the other Dragons, me they did greet. The Dragons then took a seat. Sitting there they told me stories Stories of defeats and glories. In another bright flash, We were all back in the sky, the fire mere ash. These Dragons and I danced through the night air Danced elegantly without a care. I awoke from my dream Or at least what it would seem. The beautiful Dragons that sparkled and gleamed I knew were real, not just something I had dreamed My pillow, my friend comforting in the night Offered me sleep, so I could take to flight. -- Douglas Welty 12-18-2000