Dragon Poems

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Dragons in Flight

Death draws near,
The heat gives hint,
Fire, acid, spewing forth,
Dragons have been sent.

Wings of silk,
Flapping in the breeze,
And with the flick of the wrist,
They kill with great ease.

Dragons in flight,
With Death on their minds,
Blood rushing through their veins,
And shining in their eyes.

They have blood on their claws,
And blood on their breath,
But guilt they have not,
Because they love death.

So fear their approach,
Hide in the night,
And always respect,
The dragons in flight
 






Dragon Tears

Dragon's eyes,
Gold and bright,
Shining out
Into the night.
Fire rising
Through the mist,
Lighted by
The sun's first kiss.

People fleeing,
Full of terror,
Except one girl
With golden hair.

Brave is she,
Strong and bold.
Never bound
To any hold.

Scales of green and gold,
Glittering blue
In the morn,
Shining through.

"Brave are you,
Not to fear me." says he.
"I will not harm you
You may go free."

His golden tears
Fell all around.
Dripping softly
to the ground.

"Why do you cry,
Oh Dragon sir,"
The maiden asked
To be quite sure.

"Oh, maiden,
You do not need
To know the problems
Of this weed."

"But, oh, sweet dragon, "
She touched his nose,
"where there are weeds,
A flower grows."

"Ah, but maiden,"
He gazed from above.
"When I looked at you,
I fell in love."





Fading Dragon

Fire born of Dragon's breath.
Immortal creature, immune to Death.
Eyes of emerald, gleaming cold.
Claws of Iron, Scales of Gold.
Turns her head to gaze at night.
There is no moon within her sight.
She knows tonight she won't be found.
Her wings raise her from the ground.

The dark land below drops out of sight.
She soars towards mountains, tall in the night.
But alas, she knows she will soon fade away,
Born of the night, yet dying by day.

Life fills her heart, as the air fills her wings.
And she opens her jaws, and she silently sings,
"Free for the night, wishing for always."
But the light is dawning with chill morning haze.

Then the pages are closed, and the Dragon is caged.
She is just a memory, there on the page.
And I beg of you reader, free her, my friend.
Open the pages, let this not be the end.





There Be Dragons
         by
 Marie Pacha

There be dragons here,
as there are dragons everywhere.
The live within the hearts of men,
whose questing spirits seek the when.

They float aloft, above the skies
their antics watched by angels eyes.
They dance to melodies unknown,
from deep within these seeds are grown.

Their hearts are live with pulsing beat.
And passions born of eternal heat.
From snow draped hills, to valleys low,
The dragons mighty wings will go.

They shape the clouds with gentle touch.
Fragile ones that see too much.
And share the know with those that ken.
who live the now, and see the when.

These creatures that most men deny,
leave their brand across the sky.
They share their love, and all their hearts,
within each soul, they are a part.