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DragonMyth Part1-the Players

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0 posted 08-18-99 06:13 AM       View Profile for DreamEvil   Email DreamEvil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit DreamEvil's Home Page   View IP for DreamEvil

Night greets the day
with a mourning storm,
a howling lament
of wind.
A massive thing
without shape or form,
what it does not

In the eye's calm,
a battle will rage,
based upon
a woman's love.
Let's meet the players
upon this stage,
those whom
we know nothing of.

The Darkling beast
is the first we'll meet,
the villain.
Raised upon hate,
suckled on deceit,
born and bred
for killing.

It's deadpan eyes
are fish-belly white,
by hollowness of soul.
It's three foot teeth
are a ghastly sight,
each of them
blacker than coal.

The air around it
shimmered as if
to touch the thing.
It's ponderous tongue
was forced and stiff,
and constantly drooling.

It's massive maw
is blacker
than hate,
lit with an
inner red glow.
Spittle trails
at an dreadful rate,
pooling around it

The tentacular arms
are fearsome,
as they whip about.
The sound of it's heart
is like a drum,
it's thudding echoes,
a shout.

It's oozing skin
the color of blood,
in the morning sun.
The hue of it's torso
more like mud,
from a graveyard
left undone.

It's ponderous feet
gouge the soft earth,
while waiting
for it's first war.
The length of it's tail,
matched by it's girth,
at the top of the tor.

Slowly settling
itself to the ground,
it became
perfectly still.
It's murderous heart
began to pound,
the next on the bill.

is such a beautiful sight,
winging his way
into view.
Ebony scales
sparkle in the light,
bringing wonder
all anew.

His wild, crimson eyes,
cut to the Beast,
this fearsome foe.
With haughty disdain,
to say the least,
Dragon turned,
as if to go.

The horizon framed
his noble form,
a piece of night,
brought to life.
His silver-tipped claws
flash in the storm,
like moonlight does
off a knife.

His hot, glowing eyes
spill crimson fire,
as his head
slowly turns 'round.
Smoke curls from his nostrils,
in his ire,
to billow
upon the ground.

Spreading his wings
out to their full span,
a green-tinted gold.
Once again,
Dragon, surveys his Land,
His since
he was young and bold.

His blackened back
matches the Beast's maw,
rainbow hues
slide under it.
He broods on those
defying his Law,
nearly mad enough
to spit.

His regal horns
settle into place,
twitching tail,
curling around.
He'd rather die
than lose in disgrace,
be enslaved again,
or bound.

Dragon stands,
impressively silent,
like dead stone,
and just as still.
His anger cannot
ever relent,
enter the next
on the bill.

Dragon's consort,
hopefully his bride,
he held
cradled in his arm.
Gently he set her
down at his side,
wings shielding her
from all harm.

The virgin,
a symbol of the Land,
has curls
spilling to her waist.
Haughty pride
marks her right to command,
as she moves back
without haste.

She looks on Dragon
with sparkling eyes,
with the heat of desire.
With gentle care,
she undoes the ties,
dropping her gown
in the mire.

The alabaster
white of her skin,
glows pale,
in the morning light.
Ruby lips part,
as she dwells on sin,
brings her such delight.

Golden tresses
flow out behind her,
her green eyes
seem out of place,
surrounded by an aura
of myrrh,
a mystery
in her face.

The wind teased
about her nakedness,
as she lets
it drink it's fill.
Dragon gives her
a final caress,
enter the next
on the bill.

To this knight,
we must give
his just due,
a fearsome man,
full of pride.
He wears chain-mail armor,
gauntlets too,
a mighty blade
at his side.

In his heart,
he is truly craven,
he can't deny.
Into his soul,
it's deeply graven,
he accepts this
with a sigh.

Though minor is the part
he will play,
he will instill.
Though content to continue,
I say,
he is the last
on the bill.

©1999 DreamEvil

Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?

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1 posted 10-09-1999 09:08 AM       View Profile for Lucie   Email Lucie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lucie

I don't know where I was or what I was doing when you first posted this story. I am glad that I felt some unknown force pulling me to page 10 of the forum.
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2 posted 10-09-1999 02:52 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

You have set the stage so masterfully! Now on to part 2!

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3 posted 10-09-1999 05:23 PM       View Profile for Kelly   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kelly

Another masterpiece! Great job.
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