Many thanks to Zar for allowing this amazing and atmospheric poem to be shared here!
Dragonfall
Atop the mount a dragon resides
the Count of ibex and lizards,
surrounded by his wealth on all sides
surmounted only by the sky
The lord of rocks and flowers
beneath the orbs of day and night,
stands tall and never cowers
lands for miles know his glory
But spite all his riches and power
he wishes to gaze upon the world’s edge,
thus he leaves his roost one late hour
and cleaves a path to the heights above
Up and aloft the dragon climbs
up to touch the stars,
though ere the sunlight meets his eyes
woe befalls the mighty serpent
Gone is his strength
his wing beat spent,
theflameeternal done
and eyelids forever shut
A last breath and the dragon falls
hits the earth as the mountain breaks,
leaves his mark in death
upon the dark deserted mount and lands.
by Zar Antonov
(first appeared in Herald of Obscurity / Issue 35)
See Also:
- QnA with Zar Antonov, Head of the Society of Dracology
- German Dragons
- Dragonsinn Coat of Arms
- The International Society of Dracology