Keith D Trestrail Poet Lyric

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The Dragon and the Beastie

Alone in the wood featureless and stark
  a little beastie out its hollow leapt,
for countless years behind the hidden bark
  its lost soul among the undead crept.

In the House of the Garden of Hollies
  beckoned a bright light through asylum gate,
and led him from those dark satanic trees
  to be with her in a late tryst of fate.

   In the long night of its fiery scorch
     roared a breathing dragon fire,
   and in its smoke and flame and torch
                burned a beastie desire!
  
Caught in its horns and razor long claws 
  he rode its bare back on wings of flight -
to its waiting cave and locked chamber doors
  and temptations of her burn and bite.

Into the bed of a wood dragon's lair
  fell the little wee beastie into her snare,
but in her trap that cunning little prey
  clipped her wings before she got away.

   In the long night of its fiery scorch  
     roared a breathing dragon fire,
   and in its smoke and flame and torch
                burned a beastie desire!
   

          Written: December 1997

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