„Dragon’s Awakening“

In the glitter,
of the morning dew,
sleeps the creature,
of incredible hue.

It’s heavy breathing,
the deep red hide,
it’s gentle face,
full of pride.

Awake, mighty beast,
the day has come,
tell the world,
of the battles won.

Fly, powerful creature,
spread your wings,
we await your presence;
the world sings.

The dragon stirs,
from morning’s light,
it unfurls it’s wings,
it takes to flight.

Yes, beautiful creation,
be honorable and true,
the world awaits,
your incredible hue.

By: John Rowe

„A Final Farewell“
By: Janice Subido

Standing on the cliffs and looking out at the horizon-
I see you out there:
with your wings stretched out at your sides
and finally being able to fly-
just like you always wanted.

Side by side with the love of your life,
you soar through the skies and disappear from sight.
And as I watch these things happen,
tears start flowing from my eyes.
Because I realized…
the day you fly away is the day we say good bye.
One of us stays grounded while the other takes flight.

As I hold you close for one last time,
I close my eyes and remember this moment for the rest
of my life.
Even though the thought of saying good bye hurts,
I know this is what you deserve…
Your happiness is what matters most to me-
even if it means letting you go,
enabling you to be free.
Your life awaits you out there & I can’t hold you
down;
I must let you go and try to live on my own now…

With tears still streaming down my cheeks-
I hug and kiss you for one last time.
With your gentle wings around me,
your face pressed up against mine-
I feel that safeness I once felt not so long ago;
the feeling of being loved and cared for…
And though I try to hang on, I know I must let go.

And with one final squeeze, that one last touch-
we finally say good bye.
With one swift gust, you soar through the skies
while I stand here and watch you for one last time.

And as I walk away, the last of my tears fall to the 
lonely ground…

(c) Janice Subido

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.

Bloodlust

From gleaming scales soaked with blood,
an armoured, 
clawed hand reaches up,
towards the heavens, 
relishing the smell,
of victory,
which so many,
hours of battle was the product,
a dead,
lifeless carcass,
so beautiful in its,
monstrosity,
has been slain.

First Day of Spring

On the First Day of Spring
As the Morning Glory blooms
And the Shadow of the Dragon 
Dances down the temple steps
He emerged from the budding oak
and stemming honeysuckle.
His movements were fluid,
His eyes were gentle,
His scales a liquid black,
His horns and claws a soft silver.

Slowly, He approached me
Sensing my fear and curiosity.
He explained He had chosen me
for his human counterpart.
From that moment on
His Heart and mine were one.
Through the seasons and time,
I learned His ways as He learned mine.
Always together, if not in body
by Mind, Heart and Spirit.

The last time I saw Him was
the day before the First Day of Spring.
He said our time together was done.
It was time for Him to go.
On the First Day of Spring,
As the Morning Glory recesses
And the Shadow of the Dragon
Is fading from the temple steps,
He had departed ’neath the budding oak
and stemming honeysuckle.

I know He has gone
Where I cannot follow.
But His Heart and Mind
Are still vivid within me.
And on the First Day of Spring,
When the Morning Glory smiles at the sun
And the Shadow of the Dragon
Prances about the temple steps,
I can still feel his soft scales
And hear his wise voice.

And I realize no matter where He is,
He is always right beside me.

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.

Crusader

An anger boiling up deep within,
to burn away the world’s darkest sin.
I soar out with vengence over evil lands,
to slay the darkest demon clans.
I go forth to slay the darkest evil,
the veils of lies I shall reveal.
A power of virtue welling up deep within,
a cause held high by both dragons and men.
An enemy hiding in the depths of soul and mind,
to be sought out and crushed wherever good can find.
A warrior of light honorable and true,
a soldier of fortune through and through.
A dragon in the ranks of righteousness,
a scaled crusader of ancient yore.
I take an oath to honor and justice,
to uphold them now and forevermore.

„Goodbye my friend“

Magnificent dragon flying high, 
Tell me! Why is it that you cry? 
For your covered in rubies, diamonds and gold, 
You are the reason magical tales are told. 

Graceful and dazzling you glide through the sky, 
Strong and cunning you’ll never die. 
So tell me now, please don’t lie, 
Just let me know, why do you cry? 

For why I cry is not to hear, 
It tells of a story not for young ears. 
But there comes a time when we all must die, 
That is the reason for which I cry. 

I may be covered in rubies, diamonds and gold, 
But like everyone I grow old. 
So you see I’m neither graceful, dazzling nor strong, 
I’m simply the same as everyone. 

Leave me alone up on this rock, staring out to sea, 
Up in the clouds, way up high, he’s calling me. 
For my time on this Earth has come to an end, 
I’ll think of you always, goodbye my friend. 

(c) By Claire Dixon, England.

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

Dancing on air

Dancing On Air 
Flying, soaring
Dancing on air,
I sail the thermals
Without a care.

Climbing, diving
Spinning with flair,
Where I go
I know not where.

Oceans, lakes,
Come into view;
Their crystal clear waters
A beautiful blue.

The mountains, the plains,
Come into sight.
Explore them all,
All day and all night.

Tis good to be a dragon
With a view from here
Flying, soaring,
Dancing on air.

Guardian

I am he who shall watch over you,
your destiny, shall I hold.
Near you I will always be,
my wings protect you from hurting.
In our minds will always be,
thoughts of us together.
As you grow, year by year,
I remain, ever watching.
If you need, I will come,
promises are mine to keep.
As years pass day by day,
the vigil I will never cease.
I will go wherever you travel,
life’s ancient mysteries to unravel.
As you sail across open ocean,
I calm the waves with soothing motion.
When you toil through dusty desert sands,
I pour down sweet rain from foreign lands.
And your soul through life continues on,
forever I remain your guardian.

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.“

Dragoness

Dragoness soars in the sky
dragoness, I watch you fly
Through the clouds, through the rain
I claw at my heart, I claw at the pain
You are the light, you are my bain
I am the darkness, I am to blame
Your life so delicate, your grace so great
Mine full of horror, my isolation is my fate
I am so cold, my eyes like slate
I shiver occasionally, the warmth shows through
Dragoness, dragoness in the brewing clouds
you fly freely through the stormy rain
The darkness returns, I avert my eyes
I dont want you to see my pain
You are gone, I deal with the pain
It wells up inside me, a festuring wound of self blame
I wish to die, but I cannot try
would forever my tired soul burn and fry?
I continue on, my tiring course till twilight
I am tired of the worry, tired of the fight
I pray to you, my dear dragoness
I pray for the calmness, the mercy of your might
I live on to breathe your scent, see your wonderous sight
I help you in your exploits, but stay neutral with my self hatred spite
Will I ever heal my blight?
I pray to you, my dear dragoness, that you may see far ahead
and steer a steady course to the darkness of Twilight.

Heroes

across the starry sky we ride
on griffin’s backs we glide
to slay the blood red dragon
four great heroes and I

in to the wrym’s lair we skulk
and while gaping at his treasure’s bulk
the monster slayed our gallant knight
three great heroes and I

in to the woods we ran 
I taunted him, „catch us if you can!“
then I found our elven archer gone
two great heroes and I

for a good nights rest our bodies yearned
so I left in search of food, and when I returned
I found both friends scorched by the dragon’s flame
no great heroes and I

I unraveled the world and searched all the land
when I found the dragon I challenged him with sword in hand
we battled ‚till, from countless wounds, we both began to fall
no……great……heroes…………………….

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.

Dragons in the Mist

In the hot and misty jungles,
live the mysterious golden verungles.
They wander jungle ruins of ancient lore,
only to venture out on misty forest floor.
Though rarely seen they flourish in legend and myth,
confirmed to exist only by pigmies whom so often they are seen with.
Often found basking in the mid-day sun,
these golden frilled giants praise it’s warmth as the only one.
A feast of fruits for themselves they make,
as roasted meals with their fiery breath they bake.
Over many a cloud covered canopy they fly,
and many a blustery wind blows as they soar by.
And those lucky enough to hear their song would think themselves kissed,
by the mysterious dragons in the mist.

„His free“

i see its fierey eyes, burning into me
they tell me „i want to die“ will you do the deed?
he knows that he is the last,and does not want to be
in one sharp pain his eyes go blank,and he starts to bleed

the pain, the fear, the lonelyness of life
his every thought ,his every fear all flowed into me
he wanted to die ,his heart now held the knife
but the pain was inside of me

i did it, it was me
i slain the last
i let him go free
i freed him from his past

by Samantha Stewart of Tasmania, (c) All Right reserved

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

Dragon-Night

Clear starry skies under cool moon light,
hot breathed beasts on leathern wings take flight.
Serpentine angels soar across the land,
scaled backs glistening, great wings soaring.
Band after band they flock to ocean shore,
to drink and sup and dance and sing.
As ocean waves crash upon their claws,
they dance and play upon the midnight shore.
Merrily they frolic from wave to wave,
tail in tail they went, into the sea.
And so I followed with human toes,
into the sea I strode, and soon on dragonback I rode.
We flowed into the sea on that starlit night,
when soon there came the morning light.
I awoke to gaze upon my window,
and remember my dragonnight.

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.