Before the Moon

in the chilling crisp night with out a stirring trace of breeze tingling fear of unseen eyes as my hackles begin to rise Ebony skies with bright jewels scattered pinpricks of rain bowls that quickly glitter pale moon like watching eye baleful gaze upon me here whispering sound of cutting air so high above and far away growing louder and drawing near I turn my eyes unto the sky like a racing cloud across the stars of sharp lines and angles clear narrowing straight towards me now two points of redness spear my soul blocking now the light of the moon silhouetting a shape of doom reptilian wings of mighty beats seeking its prey within the night a flash of flames before it flares and on cold wind of mighty roar in fear I tremble cold and weak fearing that I be the prey it seeks across the land in dark of night in clusters tremble many sheep that upon the Dragon does feast finding them a tasty treat mutton wrapped in fleecy white a toothsome treat at in the night glowing eyes seek in the land white flashes of the fearful sheep sharply turning spearing down with the roaring of wings it descends lighting the night with bright flame with talons stained with ruby red with booming flaps it breaks its fall grabbing the prey that it did seek with mighty flaps it again ascends winging quickly into the night struggling in its grasp so tight is a maiden in sweater white ‘tis not really the dragons fault ‘twas seeking the Argyle white