The Deal

Here me my friend don’t be afraid,
on the ground my claws are laid.
All I ask is that you’ll be my friend,
and if you do some of my power I’ll lend.
Locked away in this mystic ring I am,
hear my deal for it’s no sham.
Freedom from my prison is what I crave,
set me free and I’ll be your slave.
But not through my veins can the blood of life run,
for with a body of life must I become one.
If only again my senses can experience the wonder of life,
my power shall you have to crush all worry and strife.
A mighty dragon will you become,
as your human weakness will be undone.
Into the clouds up high you will fly,
as you spread your wings and soar into the sky.
All these things for you I can provide,
all that you have to do is let me inside.
For your body is all I need,
to become one with and finally be freed.

Storm

You hear the distant roar
so you prepare for the attack
as the roaring grows louder
the sky is getting darker
then you see the dragon
breathing out his flame
it lights the city up
those who stayed out
may just get it
the blue ice dragon roars
shaking all the windows
the dragon he breaths
and freezes everything
will this dragon ever leave?
you think as you wait and wait
the dragon sneezes
and it falls to the ground
(this dragon has allergies
which is why he sneezes a lot)
finally the dragon moves on
and you dress warmly
and go outside
you have to shovel the walk
the dragon left a foot of it
you survey the damage
you work on the damages
then you hear a roar
and wonder, is he coming again?

Spiral’s Breach
————————————————

Dark shades fall nearing dusk
Waters still with autumn’s musk.
Alone, lost, of place and time
True form tossed with force malign.

Now borne fool, bent and weak
Wanders fore for lands to seek.
Souls wed of World’s beast
Bones ground with leaven yeast.

Searching guides in false lands
The fool’s quest, with wrinkled hands.
Knowing only what cannot be
Empty sockets, with eyes that see.

Ending hope with passing day
The trackless night lights the way.
Tears of knowing should there be
Emerald Lady hear this plea.

Flowered serpent on dry land
Water’s mountain past the sand.
Let plumed pinions rise once more
Coiled serpent fly storm’s shore.

Oh Great Mother of gods slain
Of cruel sons with swords of pain.
Please Wise Lady let fly free
Mortal’s chains of hanging tree.

A broken dragon seeks once more
Past lives stolen, through fate, restore.
A desperate child cries a plea
Oh Bright Lady, can it be?

Alone and hurt, could hope yield,
The spiral’s breach, for lives revealed?
Of scales bright and wings strong
For playful flight and joyful song.

Kestrel (c) 2000

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On Silver Wings

The thunder rolls
The lightning strikes
As I make my way
Through the night

A velvety sky
Carresses me
As I fly along
On silver wings

I Call the rain
I Call the hail
It comes pouring down
Without fail

The massive clouds 
Form creatures and beings
As I fly along 
On silver wings

Electric light
Like St. Elmo’s Fire
Strikes around me
In a thunderous choir

The roiling winds,
Chaos they bring
As I fly along
On silver wings

The sleeting rain
Pounds on my back
It floods the land
In a watery attack

Only in a dream
Did I see these things
As I flew along
On silver wings

Red Beauty

Under the moons
Glistening with light
Lies a beauty
Ready to fight.

The foe first a shadow
Then it comes near,
Ready to strike,
At the dragonlings perched with fear.

The red spreads her wings
Pumps her wings once,then twice,
In the words of a gambler,
She’s rolling the dice.

Then the foe leaps
Right at her breast
Now the red strikes
To prove she’s the best.

The thing lie there
Silent and cold.
It must have been hungry,
Or just very bold.

Randall „raven“ Havens

Pricky

There once was a dragon named Pricky
Who said that his gum was too sticky
I grabbed the big wadd, and then oh my god
he ate me that dragon named Pricky
Then later that dragon named Pricky,
Haked up a big glob that was icky,
He spit me right out, right out of his snout,
Right out of that dragon named Pricky.
I ran from that dragon named Pricky,
Who chased after me every quickly,
I grabbed a big sword and prayed to the lord
I could kill that big dragon named pricky,
I threw the swoard at that dragon named Pricky,
The swoard stuck right into his pinky,
He hooed and he shouted, and cried and he pouted,
He cried that big dragon named Pricky,
, I got away from that dragon named Pricky,
Who probably feels very icky,
I hope he never comes back for with kindness he lacks,
That great big mean dragon named Pricky.

Outsider

Why is it so hard, a dragon to be?
No one listens, no one understands me.
Why am I shunned, rejected by man?
No one to guide me, to give me their hand.

People are cynical, so I have seen,
Turning away, is the normal routine.
They say I am thoughtless, nasty and rude,
Always offensive and in a bad mood.

All I have wanted, is someone to care.
Someone just like me, to listen and share.
Under the armor, and kept out of sight,
A dragon is caring, kind and polite.

Life is repressing, it crushes my soul,
Makes me resemble a shell, not a whole.
All that remains is a large empty void,
A place where feelings have all been destroyed.

Sometimes I think how I miss the clear nights,
Looking above at the shimmering lights.
Dreaming of freedom, that used to be mine;
Wondering this, „Am I one of a kind?“

Others may chuckle and give me odd stares,
Looking at me saying, „Who really cares?“
Those are the comments that cause such sharp pain,
Living together, and yet feeling slain.

Why is it so hard, a dragon to be?
Standing alone, no one talking to me.
Being an outsider, just looking in,
Waiting for someone to tell me, „Come In.“

Once

Liquid eyes (once bright) silvered and dulled
Wicked glints replaced by opaque pools
Reflecting empty silence
It presses the massive head down, low, into defeat
Tall gray masonry, strong and new
Ringing with voices, happy and bright
A girl’s voice
She found him there; he kept her
Eternal sunrise — his scarlet scales
Yet vibrant, lasting beyond his youth
Blood red stars
The deceptiver luster of a weary heart
Snakelike ivy, tiny invasive tendrils
Dimming whispers. weak and feeble
Growing old
She stayed, but for one frail moment more
Wings tucked back, as sentient armor
Drawn in tightly, close for comfort
Insufficient solace
From sharp and hollow desolation
Crumbling walls, ivy grown green and dark
Lingering ghosts of dreams and echoes
Empty and vague
It close, when he chose not to leave her
And he rears back and shouts in pain
Flames of despair spread across the sky
Silence once more
A blackened leaf falls, quietly

Oh to be a dragon

Oh to be a dragon,
whether of small or greatest size.
To live in harmony with nature,
and learn to be naturally wise.
Though trapped within this human shell,
my dragon heart and soul doth swell.
I yearn to soar among lofty peaks,
to ride the wind’s back is what my heart seeks.
If only my skin were like brilliant scales,
and my fingers and toes as sharp as nails.
From my back great wings would spread,
to lift my soul to where only angles dare to tread.
From my lungs would spring searing flame,
to burn away evil and cowardly shame.
Myths and legends would enshroud my name,
were I a dragon of mythical fame.
To perch on windward crags and peaks,
and gaze down upon lands of human reeks.
All I can do is hope and pray,
that perhaps I shall be a dragon one day.

The night is a dragoness

Home
Six point eight light years away
Everyone fled
Eight hundred ninety one years past

But not alone.
The clock speaks of midnight
The computer grows silent
And she comes, only safe when the light dies.

The night is a dragoness
Ten billion metres long
Age-softened black scales
Her wings glow with the warmth of unseen stars
And she lifts me from the squalor of the lair

I look around with weary eyes
Around rest billions of dragons
My brothers, her children.
And she speaks to them and I
Telling of the billions of years previous
Warning of the fights with oppresor Morning
Singing lullabies as to my fathers and theirs
She loves our kind; she needs us
And I have grown to think we need her

She has told me of her role
As the egg is formed
And a new heart flows black
She implants the thirst in us
In the core of our essences
We need the calm she feeds on
Our hearts beat as one
An entire race unified in rest

Flame-eyes open at half past dawn
She is gone
And the discomfort, heat, and irritation returns
Dangling like spread wings from the rising sun.

„My Dream“

i had a dream last night
i dream of a dragon
a dragon red like fire
a dragon pure and tender
in the dream the dragon flew
it’s tail whipping in the wind
it’s scales shimmering like the moon off the water
her beauty beyond compare
i had a dream where good existed
and the dragon was it’s keeper
she fought for passion with a vengence like fire

i had a dream last night
i dream of glory
the glory for one dragon
the only dragon left in existence
but not the only born form hope
in the dream the dragon flew
she caste happiness and purity
and cried for hatred and death
and she sang for innocence and love
i had a dream where beauty flourished
and man and beast could co-exist
where my happiness was for this dragon
and her beauty was cast on me

Copyright Kim Ward (11-15-98), All rights reserved

Moon Dragon

Seen not by our eyes but they are true,
they watch over us whatever we do.

Coming from times of anchent lore,
and then even long, long before.

We see threw the dragons eyes,
telling between truth and lies.

We listen when our mind is clear,
a dragons call we can hear.

They are guardians of the moon and night,
they protect us when we perform our rights.

We use their power with great care,
we have found the dragons lair.

Copyright Heather O’Connell (10/05/97), All rights reserved

Monster

Moving back and forth, the moon throws shadows
Across the noisy room. People scream as glasses clink.
Inky blackness sweeps over the crowd, and as 
Their mouths keep moving, the noise stops. Their features
Are twisted; their gaping mouths and eyes gnarled
Figures in my mind. Suddenly I realize it is not them who
Have changed, it’s me. Looking in the mirror there is not
The person I have come to know as myself. Someone 
Better? The image of a young girl stretched over a 
Hideously ugly, ominous creature. As soon as the 
Thoughts have escaped my mind, the flesh on the mirrored
Image melts away, revealing a terrible creature with
Blackened skin and red bulging eyes. I realize with horror
That this is me, and as I try to scream nothing escapes
My mouth but a venemous rasp full of hate and anguish.
Those in the room I had seen as distorted now look at me –
I am the monster. I try to stop them, but as I do flames 
Shoot out my mouth, scorching those who are brave enough
To get close to try and help me. But how can they if I can’t
Change myself from this monster?

Miolnir

Dragons do not die. They sleep
And watch, and dream of the world they left behind.
Not the magic sword, the jewel and the skimpy maiden
But the naked figure with the power of the mind
As their only weapon, and the upraised hand
And the maiden choosing a wiser way than marriage
When there is knowledge to be won.

Dragons need no gold. They hoard words.
Sentences and clauses are kept tight in their teeth.
For they duel not with foolish steel, but with Words
The ones that shaped the molten world, and make
Swords softer than clay with one taunt.
Their riddles tie men’s bones in knots
Leaving them helpless under quivering curses.

Dragons use no wings. They fly
On the winds they call for themselves, and the imagination
Of the ones who speak them forth, seeking runes
Long forgotten, but strumming with their mouldering power.
They soar beyond worlds, through time, outside of space
Where mockery cannot touch and there is only the taste
Of stars like candles waiting to be blown out. 

Dragons fear no man. The knights
They have seen have only faith in the weapons given
By well meaning wizards, who do not know the ancient Law
That Love and Honour are the only armour for a hero
And that Ignorance and Fear are his only foes.
They only see the swirling magic light, the orb, the stone
And do not reach beyond for their Power.

Dragons breathe no fire. Theirs is the flame
That kindles in the heart and inspires the hand to create
Or the mind to wonder, or the eyes to roam beyond
And see the colours in the dark, or the song in the air.
Theirs is the burning light that guides the seeker
and brings the Shadow to be faced
That all who seek may be made whole.

© Joanna Berry 2000

Metamorphosis

The warm evening air hung tense,
my apprehension about this evening had begun several nights hence.
Outside all that can be heard are the heaviest of rains,
as the dragon’s presence fills the room and magic courses my veins.
Slowly I begin the chant,
in foreign tongue like some mindless rant.
Melodious words on the tip of my tongue,
to become a great creature of fiery lung.
I can feel a force rising deep within,
to fill my soul with power and keep it in.
A wave of energy encircles my soul,
while around my body the winds of change encoil.
Like a shiver up my spine it goes,
then into my mouth and throat it flows.
My skin into burnished scales is mold,
as out from my back great leathern wings unfold.
My fingers and toes become the sharpest claws,
and armored scales lacking even the smallest flaws.
A light in my soul so fiery and true,
to shed this human form and become something new.
And the time comes when the dragon that is I enters this realm,
as the ethereal barrier do I finally overwhelm.
My hopes and dreams are finally achieved,
when apprehension and worries all are relieved.
I spread my great wings to soar of in the sky,
on warm morning winds as into the sunrise I fly.
To soar across the land with the grace of a dove,
as I gaze down upon forests from the sky high above.
I glide over mountains on the back of the wind,
to float down to the sea and gaze across ocens without end.
When evening falls I make my way across moonlit night,
to join fantastic creatures in a historic flight.
The quest of my soul has finally come to pass,
as my dream of becoming a dragon has come true at last.

Maneater

Sultry and soft like the sweetest morning dew,
her smile is good and warm when she looks at you.
So perfect she seems with her heartfelt smile,
while her true motives churn within all the while.
A form so soft and fluid of motion,
to look into her eyes is to have swallowed a love potion.
Her body curvaceous and full of womanly charm,
but in the end her loving arms will only bring you harm.
The soft caress of her warm soothing touch,
for all but the strongest is far far too much.
In her loving arms she craves you so,
to make her way off to her lair with your body in tow.
With love she will lavish and tempt your soul,
to pull you in deeper so she can take you in whole.
Soon for her shall be the joy as your souls mesh.
as onto her tongue you will go as she endeavors to consume your flesh.
From her tongue and into her throat you will go,
then as a struggling lump into her belly you flow.
Now the dragoness can relax her belly full,
for none can resist the maneater’s pull.

"Magi Dragons"

Among the eldest races of dragonkind,
they are the most difficult to find.
Of the greatest skill in magic were they,
once their great power could turn night into day.
Long ago in the past this was true,
yet now in the present they are scattered and few.
Ancient forests and hills were once their home,
and from these places far and wide they would roam.
Untill one day when their magic was lost,
the pendulum had swung back and to them at great cost.
A cataclysm did not befall them rather they just faded away,
and we are left with but a few Magi dragons today.
Of those few wondrous creatures that today yet still remain,
bring us joy and from our sorrows help us refrain.
To catch a glimpse of their wondrous form so beautiful and fair,
to see their coat of tiny iridescent scales and flowing long silken hair.
To gaze into their warm and glowing eyes,
to watch them as on great wings they mount to the skies.
Their movements so graceful and poised yet their body so powerful and strong,
something that would make one wonder if in imagination was where they belong.
For this is why they are so rare and hard to find,
and they appear only to those whose imagination refuses to be confined.

„Looking for Someone"

I can see their fire far in distance,
Between shadows, between lights,
The night awaits for your flights,
There I’ll find that Dragon sight

I feel them; they’re looking at me,
Out from the deep, they are here, 
Red, blue, black… too many colors,
So my eyes, …. so my body, will have to follow,

I can see them in the distance,
Probably they are coming for me
Look…, look! Also you can see!
Dragons are here, they are here for thee.

—–
*Keep looking, Dragons are not too far…*
Cryn

A KNIGHT IN THE LIFE OF A DRAGON

In a cave cool and dark, sleeps a beast, with beating heart.
One eye open in search of danger,
Fully aware of the approaching stranger.
The footsteps, closer to the beast at rest.
Who dare enter the Dragon Nest?

A shimmer of light reflects off his sword.
He moves still forward with out a word.
Drawing the steel from the sheath on his side,
In a haze of darkness, he seems to glide.


The beast is now fully awake,
He raises his head at the silent break.
Who disturbes my peaceful slumber?”
What are you? And how many in number?”


Rest easy Great Beast, I mean you no harm”
I can tell by your teeth I have caused alarm.”
He lowers his staff and is taken aback.
I am one in number, no threat of attack.”


The Dragon in his magestic grace,
extends his neck and growls in his face.
Why have you come then if not for my head?”
If I thought you a threat, would you not be dead?”


I have been sent by the King of Mauldon”
It is my duty to see his will, done”
He demands proof you your death”
With this, I must bring your last breath”


Perhaps it’s your death he wishes to see”
To send one like you, to kill one like ME!”
Be gone from me O’ Knight of Mauldon”
Or you’ll not see the morrow’s sun”


Look closely Knight at the scares I wear”
I do not cringe or tremble with fear”
I’ll give you a breath, but not the last from my lung”
This breath is a warning! The final one!”


The air is charged with impending doom,
as the dragon stands and fills the room.
The Beast roars out his battle cry,
as lightning and thunder fill the sky.


The Knight determined to fill his vow,
raised his sword with a mocking bow.
With a swish of steel, and batting of wings
tis a battle, to end all things.


For one today will loose his life.
As fate would have it, so falls the Knight.

Of Dragons and Humankind

Dragons they seek yet they know not their name,
they search for these creatures dwelling in fire and flame.
Oh if only the dragon’s true nature they know,
rather than the seeds of myth they sow.
The legends that they search for in truth do not exist,
for the dragons of their made-up stores are but shadows in the mist.
But the truth can they never realize,
unless they in their dreams look into dragon eyes.
Many have come before and more will surely come after,
yet they shall never learn how the dragon they may master.
The dragon’s true nature it elludes them,
for it is something they can never comprehend.
They cannot know the dragon for they fear what they do not understand,
and in this truth lies their tragedy and the curse of man.
Yet there are thoes cherrished few whose mind’s and heart’s are clear,
and it is to them that in dreams the dragon shall appear.
For the dragons will know them when they see them,
among the rocks of humanity they are a clear unclouded gem.
And to them the dragons shall tell their secrets,
and they shall be enlightened above their earthly kin.
For they unlike their fellow seekers who seek power and to command,
shall one day with dragon eyes look and understand.