Earlier this week was a prompt at dVerse poets of Dragons and some history and to write of such. Now I missed the “window” to include an entry to this prompt but I still thought to get to something about Dragons, thus …
A Dragon’s Lament
I am ‘bout fold up my wings
my lament
of Dragon lore and settling scores
with villagers who I wish fight no more
fly over to tremble their thatch
homes
and thatch fields and thatch clothes and thatch thoughts
they too easy to burn brittle
if so
and turn
into fiery jackals wishing my hide
to feast in grand time at my demise
.
They can have my riches
though I have none
of what would I do
if so
with even some
piled glinting, blinding high laired in dragon stories
told
from the point of pike and mobbed pitchfork flamed dance
in arduous trek trance for my neck
up craggy rocks into nether clouds
relying only unfaithful stories old told
and pub rounds and child astounds
past passed bold by narrator’s false glories
at my expense
these stories
.
I do tire
of my lore and these scores and blames and games
for children
with wooden swords and kindling thoughts
vengeful words
sung for so long by “Sing along!” bards for coin
those
who
I do regret
I might have to come for just yet
one final flight in the night
for peace from song
to put dragon myths to long
rest
.
Oh, just to fly
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