Oh it's the old beast again,
Sitting in his musty cave,
Humming a twisted melody,
It's called a Dragon Song.
A low, depressing heartfelt hum,
An eerie frightening pitch,
A tiny glimmer of sadness,
It's called a Dragon Song.
Scales of shiny olive,
Scratchless, unharmed, undented,
The Dragon hums this lonely tune,
It's called the Dragon Song.
A Dragon Song, a song within,
Sings loudly of forgotten love,
Of unimaginable sin.
A Dragon Song, a song within.
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and UNDER ~ Pick a title and write a poem by Amunet Wolfbane.
525 points, ended September 5, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me about your favorite part, and not so favorite part.
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This is very impressive
In the last stanza, the rhythm staggered a bit near the end, but it's made up for by the intriguing diction. I really liked the last line. That you worked in a description of the dragon is cool. The sorrow is constant throughout; not overwhelming, but definitely difining.
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i think you are definately right, about everything,
but i like my sadness defined, without being overwhelming.
:-)
~shootingstarz
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Oh I just adore dragons
I love how you have woven your tale within this piece. The song of a dragon is surely one that amazes. Very well done!
Good Luck!
Celticmoon
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I can see this quite vividly reading it. You did well with your images and storyline here. Good poem!
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I like dragons. Nicely written.
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Thanks, glad you like it.
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