The Dragon Flight
Atop a jagged pinnacle,
he sits, just waiting;
ragged wings stretch into flight.
Dragon eyes his prey;
downward sweep and clasp
brings supper for a dragon.
We all must face our dragons;
climb looming pinnacles.
Face-to-face, clasping
ourselves; we watch and wait;
we are our own prey
and can’t escape our truths, in flight.
Poetry in flight,
is the night dragon.
He easily finds prey,
from his pinnacle;
a patient specter…waiting,
with cold talons ready to clasp.
Downward swoop and clasp;
spreading wings in flight.
Tired of perpetually waiting,
fearless dragon,
with wings obscuring pinnacle;
takes unsuspecting prey.
There is no hope, for dying prey;
wiggling in talon-clasp.
Dragon’s spy pinnacle,
welcomes him from hunt-flight.
Famished dining dragon,
welcomes no more waiting.
Much too long, in waiting,
with no dinner-prey,
can leave a thinning dragon
in deaths abominable clasp.
Angels in celestial flight,
will carry him, to Heaven’s pinnacle.
When for death, you wait; face your dragon.
He’ll give up his prey, for miraculous, spiritual flight.
In a death clasp; souls reach the eternal pinnacle.
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