Welcome back to the Poetry Corner – I hope your week has treated you well. This poem I wrote on October 23. It has a fantasy flare, though I’m not sure that’s what I was thinking at the time. Let me know what you think!
Dragons flew in Ancient Times
Before our Stars were born
When darkness lay across the world
At the dawn of Morn.
Blood-songs were sung between the gods
And stirred up the hearts of Men
Of whom the Dragons ruled above
As master and not friend.
Glories streamed in their wake,
Song and dance and ballads sure,
To praise the mighty ones
And save children from their lure.
Upon an island of beast and man
The Dragons made their home.
The creatures there were hardier
And across the hills did roam.
But on the shore disaster lay –
A dragon-wing was shorn
And on the sand not far away
The Dragon ripped and torn.
That Dragon’s kin in grief did chase
Beast and man across the fen
For none could slay a dragon
And see the dawn again.
All the wonders were reclaimed
By the Dragons to ensure
That darkness fell across the land
From which there was no cure.
But foolish things the Dragons were –
They left behind a Tome
From which the Humans could divine
Beauty in the everlasting “ohm.”