The dragons breath
This is cold and sharp
Frosty white from nostrils small
Streaking out towards my side
As I hide behind my sword
Ready to strike blindly
At it swerving head
I bring my shield up
Ready to hide mine eyes
From crystalline white stuff
Spurting out at me
My sword finally comes down
Driven by its own momentum
As I attack, Strike, Parry, Thrust
As whiteness tries to engulf me
I weave and dodge the fiendish nemesis
Then the dragon its wings stretched forth
Lumbers away from me readying for flight
I cringe back against the trees
Trying to hold on while,
Great wings beat down causing me great pain
Then upon a single wing beat
It emerges from a nearby cloud
White spitting from each nostril
While red heat streams
Secondly from its breath
Driving to attack my unarmoured side, when I....
"That's it young man,
Now take the headset off
The machine's only a toy
A toy for young kids
Now hop it !" he says
Pointing the direction I should leave
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Poems in the Dark
PoetryShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
