San Diego, CA, USA
A short, black shadow fell
Over the swaying grass
The dragon returned!, but not so well
Yet he marched back, bold as brass;
It seemed he'd not been in years
Back to this crowded place--
When he left, there were no tears
As he set to find his pace.
He has returned now,
No one knows how;
They'd thought he was gone.
They weren't wrong.
Shadow turned flesh as he hit
The ground, from being so tired;
Weary and weak, the dust he bit
As his last strength expired--
But alas! An angel come
Once more to resurrect
The fallen poet, his job not done
Some work you all still expect
From me, right?
I had to fight
Just to return.
I wrote this shortly after I was unbelievably overloaded with homework assignments--about two days ago. I just had to get a break, but there was no window. So I had to wait until now to finally relax...
I'm sorry to announce that you guys won't be hearing from me as often as you did when I first came here. But I'll post as often as I can...
You guys (and girls) are all great!
Little Spyro T. Dragon
P.S. To all you new members who are out there--please be patient! I'll get a welcome poem out to you guys soon, I hope!
[This message has been edited by Little_Spyro (edited 02-06-2000).]