Dragon Days

The stables stretch gloomily yawningly empty Carefully cleaned and tended each single day, As they have timelessly been, keeping pledge Ever since the Royal Dragons had flown away Through that gaping rift suddenly riven in the sky. Black at its centre then shading slowly off to greys Hovering there menacingly yet doing no harm The ancients said it was foretold in earlier days Announcing an end to one realm of time As the sacred prophecies solemnly said For all things must pass as it is written A new order comes to be in its stead. The squadrons had circled in final salute Climbed fast and sure in that dark sky Purposely and steadfastly heading for That sinister revolving coal black eye. Without a pause they entered and were gone, That maelstrom replaced by much missed sun. Birds started singing in the gentle light. No doubt folk felt a new order had begun. And so it has been for many years past, The world moved on nearly as before Nothing seemed to change Except dragons were no more. Returned to their own kingdom To their own fabled land From where in exile they had Long been banned, Until the punishment purged, So the story is told They returned to their glory And kingdoms as of old. The stables are almost forgotten, hidden, And dragons are become stuff of legend. But, the stalls are still waiting clean In case there is written an alternate end For the big Fire Lizards To return and fly Once more gracing Earth’s blue sky Returning to that forlorn place An almost ethereal state of grace.