Dragon's Day

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    Dragon's Day

    All my life I’ve desired a thing I cannot know
    And wished to be a place I cannot go
    Loved women who cannot love me back
    Befriended people who stabbed me in the back

    Never once have I complained or raised the alarm
    Not even when they punch me in the arm
    Or the eye or whatever or wherever they choose
    Because I know if I protest I will surely loose

    And yet within my soul darkness I see is rising
    Filling up the places in me where I had been hiding
    And now fangs I feel in my mouth, Oh terror
    Eyes of red stare back at me in my broken mirror

    THE DRAGON KING LIVES!
    LONG LIVE THE KING!

    Can’t you see; Oh get away as fast as you can
    Run, I say, Run hide, hide my little lamb
    I’ll take no more of this but from now on I will give
    I have seen terror enough; from now on I’ll live it

    The wings and things upon my back lift me in the air
    The night sky beckons to me and soon I’ll be there
    I raise my head and roar aloud awakened in the night
    My anger kindled in my breast chases away the light

    The sun dawns no more, pretty one, at least not for you
    Rest assured my hated one, your suffering is through
    For in my hands you safely rest, sleep little one
    When I am through and all this nights’ terror done

    You will hurt me no more and no one else ever again
    They will send your things to your next of kin
    All they’ll find of you, next morn, is some charcoal
    For I have come, my love to claim your human soul

    You cannot recognize the evil you have created
    By your act of selfishness and by your hatred
    You’ve changed forever what have been and killed me too
    Now I’ve returned to do the same things to you

    THE DRAGON KING HAS RETURNED!
    LONG LIVE THE KING!

    It’s not my fault Oh you scream but no one can hear you
    Writhing in my grasp my talons wait to tear you
    Into pieces as I announce my eternal arrival
    The dragon king he wakes no other is his rival

    I rest alone on my throne constructed of human bones
    And horde to me treasures unseen and unknown
    Gazing out upon the beauty of death and destruction
    I smile and admire the craftsmanship of my construction

    Oh thing I’ve become or maybe become again
    The highest hate and the strongest evil in the land
    I’ll never know because of you I’ll never be the same
    It is you that has cause this dragon’s day

    THE DRAGON KING LIVES!
    LONG LIVE THE KING!

    With dragon’s wings and dragons breath death is flying high
    Onward we press into an eternal starless tearful night
    I hope you lived as you wished and needed nothing more
    And yet I fear you hadn’t wished for anything more

    Now I drop to your death a thousand feet below
    As I watch you break in two I wish that you could know
    You were the first but not the last to feel the dragon’s wrath
    So try all hated ones to stay out of the dragon’s path

    The king has returned with an iron fist
    And on black leathery wings that death has kissed
    He raised a sword of battle to the sky
    And on dragon’s wings he now does fly

    The sun it sets this night, nevermore it rises
    Sleeping citizens of the world awake to deadly surprises
    The sleeping king has waken oh deadly magic
    Bringing to them a dream oh so tragic

    THE DRAGON KING LIVES!
    LONG LIVE THE KING!

    And now you sit next to my throne your death returns you here
    Now to see the thing you caused year after lonely year
    Your eyes pried open you never sleep again
    No one could ever again stop your pain

    Would it not have better been to let a sleeping dragon lie?

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    barefootmama commented on Dragon's Day

    05-28-2009

    cool. read my poem about dragons. we think alike. did you ever see Dragon Heart or Reign of Fire? barefootmama

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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