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Dragon of the Night

Dragon of the Night, O'Winged One Lost in Flight,
Shattered dreams and scattered leaves blown in sight,
Whispers of smoke and fiery stroke lofted on midnight
air,
Tales of wonder and loneliness cast upon a creature so
rare.

Cast in cave for a crime it did not commit or foresee,
Hunted by humans, elves, and other beasts from foreign
land to sea,
Driven by hounds frothing and foaming at the mouth,
Dragon of the Night looks for refuge in the Valley of
Bones South.

This creature with scales of rubies and diamonds
crawls for safe haven,
While knights on horseback ride after him for the crow
doth craven,
Mysteries of the deep beckon this beast of the night,
Persecuted for his past deeds and tales of wondrous
delight.

"Why me?" cries the tormented fiend in full fledgling
flight,
Why am I alone, why am I so afraid, why do you drive
me from sight?"
"All I ask for is some food, some water, and a place
to ply my weary head,"
"But now I'm pursued and plundered until the watery
deeps turn red!"

The Dragon of the Night doth encounters a dead end at
the Valley of Bones,
Ghostly ghouls and demons compete for the loudest of
moans,
Knights have all gathered to surround the beast to cut
off all that is safe,
The Final Battle begins with not strident call but a
low crying Wraith.

The Wraith offers comfort to the Dragon of the Night
in midst of danger,
"Come stay with me for I am definitely no cast upon
stranger,"
"Be comforted in the knowledge that the end will come
quick,"
"So that you may dwell in my lovely Garden of the Dead
no trick."

So as the Dragon of the Night rested with no care to
his dismay,
Unfolded his wings and rested his weary limbs on that
momentous day,
Spears and arrows may have once torn the cries from
his flamed throat,
Finally, the Dragon of the Night had found the
Peaceful Moat.

Dragon of the Night tho you died while surrounded by
the Enemy of Fright,
Your spirit will live in the hearts of children by
tender candlelight.
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Always Walk The Path of Light,
Christopher:)

Copyright © Christopher Grant | Year Posted 2006


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Date: 6/9/2016 10:30:00 PM

Christopher G, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*

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