A beast of flickering eye and unmatched size;
No, not beast, nor quite beyond such names,
Coated in scales it watches, unsurprised,
By the fear and wonder of those who see its frame.
A gilded skin covers the mighty form
Of the dragon, for so the creature’s called.
Within its jaws a silver tongue slowly wanders forth
To speak a thousand tempting lies to make even a child appalled.
The behemoth’s mouth grows wide,
And within, of unmatched size,
Ranks of bloodied canines stand deep inside
And shudder as it spreads its wings, then flies.
Coasting through the cloudy vault
The dragon gushes fire,
And when it dives, all creatures bolt
Rather than face the monster’s ire.
But still that graceful dignity
That unmatched majesty and pride
Allow the dragon to be praised in song
As above us the titan rides.
Today’s poem is somewhat fanciful, but I hope you enjoy it. I have enjoyed reading tales of dragons for many years, as, I imagine, have many of you. It would be difficult to pick a favourite however – Paloni’s ‘Inheritance Cycle‘ was very enjoyable, but so was ‘The Hobbit’. I will not deny that I look forward to the cinematic version, and the chance to see the villainous Smaug, voiced by the soothing tones of Benedict Cumberbatch. Do any of you have a favourite dragon-story?
The Hapless Neo-Romantic