Before kind captain can issue order,
Aktaie in perfect trajectory
arcs though air, enters splashless in water,
spurred to action by loathsome treachery.
Fishtail-reverted she surges through waves,
frantic to reach child facing destruction,
torrents of missiles she willingly braves,
making good time, despite cruel obstruction.
Who will succeed, vile pirates or mermaid,
Or will all be lost to abhorrent hate,
will ruffians be by valour dissuaded
or will their bloodlust, compassion negate?
Regardless of outcome, I fear for child,
may the gods and goddesses on him smile.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
