The midnight summer moon,
Looming o'er the darkened pine.
Stars flicker like embers
With a softly glowing shine.
Deep within the moonlit forest,
On the shadowed mountain slope
Streaks of silver flash through trees
As a pack of wolves do lope.
A piercing cry on the wind
Carries into the air.
Through tangled branches comes a response,
Echoes lingering there.
On the cloudy starkissed peak,
With his head up to the sky,
There stands a quiet dragon
Who watches the world go by.
The air begins to vibrate.
The dragon softly starts to hum.
From inner magic deep within,
Earth and sky become as one.
He has an inner fight to heal.
Wounds from his battles' pasts.
Scars from unforgiving hate.
A deepening pain that lasts.
He looks deep within his soul,
To find the source of pain.
He opens up his heart
And knows he is to blame.
He sheds a silent tear.
He knows he is in the wrong.
Quietly at first, but slowly growing,
He begins the Dragonsong.
His haunting, hallowed melody
Floats gently on the breeze.
It fills his heart with joy
And puts his soul at ease.
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Nature Poetry
PoetryA collection of original poems written by me, about nature and life.
