((As strange as it may seem, I haven’t written many poems about dragons. My wonderful friend Roughwater John recently suggested that I do so. So, for the past couple of weeks I have struggled and fought with this piece and am still very far from satisfied with it. I wouldn’t have posted it, except I need some honest crit and feedback on how to make it smoother and better. I know it’s long. Believe me, I know. It was meant to be something like an Epic poem which told a story. There is a point to it, which you’ll see, if you manage to make it all the way to the end. *sigh* I am tired of mucking with it at this point, but can’t seem to let it go, so I apologize if it seems “over-worked”, as I suspect it does. Any suggestions or thoughts would be greatly appreciated!!))
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Far beyond time’s measure and memory,
Long before the world became as it is,
The wondrous dawn of Dragons came to be,
And brought with their kind, sun-forged imprimis,
The sage and noble first seed of life’s truth:
Protect and guard the world’s balance they knew.
They bore this mission to fruit, in their youth,
And in their high, immortal manner, too,
Preserved the knowledge, and kept the way smooth;
They held tireless vigil o’er beasts and land.
Whether newly hatched or long in the tooth,
They instantly knew, and could understand,
Necessity of defending their world:
Ensure the delicate balance survived.
Through Light and Dark, Past and Future unfurled,
Balance made sure that the seed of truth thrived,
Through vast generations of ageless souls,
Dragons’ keen skill kept the world’s balance true.
‘Til certain beasts (men) crept out of their holes,
Watched the dragons, and in their learning grew,
In dire arrogance, thought that they knew best,
With no accord or preservative plan.
They took what they wanted, savaged the rest,
No keepers of truth, these foul beasts called Man.
They spread like disease, infecting the land.
Claiming dominion of all that they saw.
The balance shifted, under Man’s harsh hand,
With no respect for the Dragons’ first law.
The Wyrms began to ponder their choices,
Held Dragon Council and called for a vote.
“Destroy them!” cried almost all the voices.
Then one came forward, soft voice in her throat,
Spoke of another, wiser solution:
“Let us,” she said, “disguise ourselves as men.
Then teach them, ourselves, to stop pollution.
Teach them about balance, as one of them.
But, we must forsake our immortal souls.”
The words echoed grave round the gathered drakes.
All considered such a change to their roles,
And the consequences of Man’s mistakes.
Finally, as one, they reached agreement.
Scales shivered, wings withered, tails disappeared.
They keened a last, great song, in deep lament,
Forfeiting all, for the truth they revered.
Then they dispersed to all of Earth’s corners.
Clothed in many colors of human skin.
They started their set task as foreigners,
But adapted, quickly learned to fit in.
You may have met one of their disguised kind.
They fight for the Earth, and all its glory.
They’re rare, but if you look hard, you might find,
That you already know the Dragons’ story.
They’ve left the ending to you and me…
They’ve left it to us. So what will it be?
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2011