A Dragon’s Lament (poem)

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