My dragon flies under the storm
His skin all strong and warm
Over drapes a cloak of night
Soft, but dangerously tight
Lightning flash, thunder roar
Rain destroying grassy floor
We fly on, despite the weather
We fly on, stuck together
My dragon has not breath of flame
But my dragon is not tame
He has not claws that catch
He has not fangs that snatch
Other dragons don't fly quite right
Mine rides wind like a kite
He has not bat-like wings
My dragon cares nothing for these things
My dragon flies light as a feather
Wings filled with lines dodge the weather
SMACK
There's an attack
I fall through the air
Although my dragon stays up there
My thoughts are filled with terror
What happened? Where was our error?
At last I see the invisible net
In it, my struggling pet
Attacker, a widow dressed in black
Red hourglass stained upon her back
What is her feast? What keeps her fed?
Alas, my dragon cold and dead.
YOU ARE READING
Coal Demon
PoésieA collection of poems by yours truly. Caution: very random. Wrote them at a variety of ages so no judging. Coal demon is the name of my latest poem, therefore the title.
