Dragons
By: The Artic Falcon
What doth this mean Dragon?
For mine is most fierce and wicked
For while I pray
It breathes its breath of fire
Making my swords
Sharp for speech
And while I fall captive
To the worlds snares and evil devices
My Dragon breaks free mine shackles
And sets me to soar
Upon a flight of wings
Mighty and full of such power
That each flap of a wing
Claps like thunder
And while we fly over castles and there dungeons
Songs play in lyrical rhymes
Forsaking all rhythm and time
Trickles of rain touch my face
While you have no rain
For my Dragon
Can capture a cloud
And bring me a quench
To the thirst of my desires
And while you may launch
Your arrows
From the arc in those bows
I'll launch a stare
Mightier than that
Of a Falcon
Into the heavens
And wait for a star
To fall
And with a single flap
Of a wing
Fly up to meet and greet
This star falling
From the Universe
And ask if it too
Has such a Dragon
As fierce and beautiful
As mine
A contest entry
- Write to your Conscience by princess hope.
700 points, ended January 23, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give Me Everything! by Uncle Haku.
1400 points, ended March 10, 2008, 49 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was... Differnt, and the imagery was great. Thank you for your entry and best of luck.
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I havbe not read a lot of fantasuy poems but I have read some. Your meter is right on and it allows this poem to flow. Over all this is a good poem I like it.
There is a duality in this poem also I see it petaining to the world of poetry and or writing. Pretty good.
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