In mystery and myth he came,
devoured many with his flame,
‘Ancient beast of scale and wing’
The bard of old is apt to sing
But whoever lived to tell?
Who saw the evidence of his shell?
Who fought in battle his scaly hide?
Who lived one more day and did confide
what came to pass with old Dracones?
Is it he who still persists
in hiding out in night-time mists
only daring show his face
when with his wings he doth embrace?
And in his old reptilian ways
does he still abduct for days
the lonely travellers on weary path
who dare whisper his name on the back of a laugh?
For he is master of the dream,
he can hide anywhere it seems,
he tricks you with his stealing time
and only his piercing eyes remind,
of his ancient and accursed plan
to humiliate and embarrass Man.
So be aware and keep your wits
or he will shred your soul to bits!
© Laura Crean 2013
Poem taken from my book ‘Vision – Space between the Universes’ – http://www.lulu.com/shop/laura-crean/vision-space-between-the-universes/paperback/product-21242382.html