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- Find fairy
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A Dragon’s Dream
This is a poem I wrote in 2007 about a faerie, a knight, and a dragon that was in response to two people who met online and who’s real life did not allow them to go any further in the relationship. Just thought I would post it here :) [The poem correctly formatted with spaces etc can be found here]
A Dragon’s Dream
a dragon alights weary and sad
he looks around once and shudders with fear
this place he knows not
though he’s been here before
its now just all gray and spells out despair
he heads to the water
splash…
a tear drops
he wonders again,
why time just cant stop
as the flotsam and jetsam
of this place floats on by
he sinks into memories
and closes both eyes
mortals they wonder, wizards they know
of what exactly dragons dreams show
though this dragons’ different
smort’s quite unique
he dreams the dreams of others he meets
though this time its fair to say its about
what smort himself most longs to find out
of why the sadness and grayness
and winds of despair
are not allowing him to take to the air
so smort now dreams his dragons’ dream
of knights and faeries by a stream
the tossing of pebbles
the ripples they make
the magick, the moments
is it all just too late
a goodbye was spoken,
not “talk to you later”
a tearing of dreams
a future now broken
along comes Lachesis
you know her as Fate
she sees the dragons tears
knows how much they must ache
can she unravel this mess we call life
can she undo the goodbye to a sprite
can she set right the pain they both feel
this dilemna called reality that not even plato could heal
will she cut the threads of two entwined souls
allow them to twist and to turn like some gossamer string
and then fade away till there’s nothing but time
floating through darkness with not even a sparkle let in
or will she slowly but surely unravel this mess
allow them to find somewhere to rest
join them and bind them
show them some hope
Allow them to dream, perchance even to jest
—————-
a dragon called smort sits alone by a pond
his memories and feelings are all that he knows
of pebbles
of pegasus’s
of faeries
of knights
these moments in time.
he knows he has to hold tight
on mortals he ponders
then roars to the gods
oh why cant they see
oh why dont they know
its not up to them
goodbye’s are just wrong
though maybe just maybe
one day he’ll see sparkles
maybe just maybe
one day he’ll see armour
maybe just maybe
one day he’ll see light
and maybe just maybe
one day
once again
He’ll take flight
- © 2007 alpharia
