All the way top on that magnificent stead.
It shines in the moonlight,
Sliver shadows of its cranium blind you,
Its wings stretched out,
Its scales shimmer in the light.
The mighty dragon.
As delicate as a vase,
The sweet taste of jaggery in its mouth,
The tragedy of its past,
Its roar as deep as a bass guitar.
The clock ticks as it climbs higher,
The sky stretches out,
The dragon lets out a burst of flame,
burning all the sticks around.
All the way to the top of the world on that magnificent dragon
A contest entry
- Titles or Word Bank! by Sukrit Raman.
540 points, ended June 23, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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