Dragon Wise, Dragon Old...
Dragon wise, dragon old,
Dragon who did not hoard or covet
glittering jewels or gleaming gold.
Dragon who did not hide and sleep
in some great, dark, hidden mountain cave,
Dragon who left his own homeland to help and save.
Dragon who did not revel
in death, destruction, and Hellfire,
Dragon who did not see himself
as a being better or higher.
Dragon who long ago stood with us,
the last of the brave and the good,
Dragon who resisted that great Evil
and against tempting Darkness withstood.
Dragon who faced the terrible being
who sought to corrupt and destroy all life,
Dragon who knew him all too well
though many years of war and strife.
Dragon who beheld the satanic might
of the Dark Foe without fear,
Dragon who spoke only four words to him,
"Your reign ends here!"
Dragon who stared, undaunted, unfazed
into the Dark Foe's single, raging, hating eye,
Dragon who did not flinch when the demon screamed back:
"I will make your blood reign from the sky!"
Dragon who held the fate our dear world
in his long, lethal claws,
Dragon who challenged the Dark Foe's armies
through gaping, flaming jaws.
Dragon whose mighty roar
was like the loudest of all thunder,
Dragon whose terrible god-like voice
tore their twisted minds asunder.
Dragon who laughed at the Dark Foe,
whose wrath then cloaked the sun,
Dragon who filled us with his courage
when we all wanted to run.
Dragon whose white fire drove back
the Blackness of the Night,
Dragon who battled on, wounded,
yet refusing to rest or to turn from the fight.
Dragon who was the first to charge
and the last to retreat,
Dragon who showed our enemies
the true meaning of defeat.
Dragon who rose like a god on great wings
to fight the Dark Foe to the death,
Dragon who had vowed to defend us and our world
until his last breath.
Dragon whose blood ran free when pierced through
with the poisoned sword of the the Dark Foe,
Dragon who crushed him in a deadly embrace
as he took that final, fatal blow.
Dragon who continued to fight,
his Spirit still surging and burning within,
Dragon who was so pure and powerful,
Death was afraid to step forward and claim him.
Dragon who ascended with the Dark Foe to the heights
where only the stars and suns dwell.
Dragon who showed him the beautiful Earth
he sought to turn into a godless hell.
Dragon who then drove his claws into the Dark Foe
and tore out his vile, malignant spirit,
Dragon who cried, "You began it, I stopped it,
and now let the Maker Himself finish it!"
Dragon who finally fell pierced from the sky
like a huge burning star,
Dragon whose thundering death-cry
was herd by all near and far.
Dragon who died with the Dark Foe's empty body
clutched tight in his steel grasp,
Dragon who won us the greatest victory
with his final, pain-filled gasp.
Dragon whose great Soul now forever flies
through Heaven's endless golden skies,
Dragon who lit up our dark, dreary world
with a bright Light that never dies.
Dragon who loved us so much,
the ultimate gift he did willingly give,
Dragon who gave us his one Life
so we all could continue to thrive and live.
Dragon who filled our hard hearts
with his wisdom, kindness and love,
Dragon who was so powerful and strong
yet humble to the Great God Above.
Dragon who befriended us, lifted us up,
and brought us all as comrades together.
Dragon whose great words and deeds
will be cherished and remembered forever.
Dragon fierce yet wise, dragon strong yet old,
Oh, heavenly Dragon rest in peace,
for your tale has been, and always will be, told.
- Copyright by Sloane Jensen. 2008
My website: www.poetrypoems.com/wildpoems
Submitted: Dec 08