To be a dragon rider by RandomVanGloboii, literature
Literature
To be a dragon rider
They say, in front of your eyes,
words of heartwarming tales,
how wonderful and fulfilling
to be a dragon rider is.
Alas, if they only dealt
with the pure and simple truth
you'll then easily realize
how such life was never meant
for all kinds of human lives.
To leave your homeland forever,
to never find a new one,
to have the ground as your bed,
to find nowhere peace of mind,
for hunger and fatigue
and battles and goodbyes
you will have to give too early.
Nothing with you but your life mate,
and should they pass out one day,
how will you find out another
reason to live?
To become a dragon rider,
to abandon human race,
to bond your soul to a
Once, from high above
‘Tis there I would fly
But now, I am buried
With only tears to cry
This heart beats no more
These scales have gone cold
For here I am doomed
To wait and grow old
Why did you do this?
To I who once shone
Trapped beneath this seal
Forgotten and alone
Yet, still he came for me
Locked within my tomb
A brave little one
To step foot in this room
Though sealed nonetheless
I suffer nevermore
For to me, he had come
With his story and his lore
Of my kind and mine own
He did so kindly speak
Of fire and great friends
Of souls, brave and meek
Through the old, old day
And long, youthful night
He did stay with me
Until it w
Sometimes I Dance
Sometimes I dance with fiction.
I dive in deep and long.
And words become a vision,
While sounds become a song.
There’s something like a whisper
When fingers meet the page.
I find myself a prisoner
Quite happy in his cage.
Maybe there’s no sorcery
That ties me in a spell.
But how easily the hours flee
As I’m tucked into my tale.
Transported to a meadow
While I’m lying in my bed.
I can almost see the shadow
Of a dragon overhead.
And when the spell is broken,
There is no need to mourn.
I’m a dreamer who’s been woken,
And to dreams I will return.
I am afraid of pain.
Not of my own, no, I know that pain like kin.
I’m afraid of hurting others.
So much so I can not look one in the eye when passing down a hall,
For fear I may discomfort them by looking to deeply,
I’ve studied how best to act,
How to be unnoticed save as a gentle breeze to comfort.
I can not bare to be like my father, with his heat and anger.
But there is a monster inside me.
I feel it every day.
I want to bare my teeth and fight.
I want to lose control and hurt those who injure others so deeply.
This monster slumbers, raising head only when stories are told,
For yet have I been witness.
It is easy to miss
Walking through dense forest, late at night,
Darkness around me, almost without any light,
A set of glowing red eyes pear at me from all the black,
Noticing them, I hesitantly stare back,
A dark figure comes close, I Slowly back away,
it lunges at me, and grabs me as if nothing, I weigh,
It is a man, but not, he pins me firmly to the ground,
I try to scream, but I cannot make a sound,
He leans close, I feel breathing on my neck,
He places there, a gentle peck,
Then at once, i feel a sharp pain,
I feel him sucking, am I going insane?
A vampire, here I am going to die,
I feel weaker and weaker, and I cry,
At last he stops, and lic
The world is wrong and we all know it.
One can’t say how it should be, it simply won’t fit.
No matter, it takes wiser minds than mine to see;
Even if it could be said fluently.
The world is wrong and I’m screaming,
But all ears around are deaf and ringing.
I do not blame them that they can not hear,
With so many voices and even more fear.
This world is wrong and it’s killing me,
Neck deep in the tide of lost and broken keys.
A window above me with no hope to reach,
Tells tales of wonder that I beseech.
My world is wrong and I’m dreaming,
To fix what will never be redeeming.
Dragon Smiles: Entries by Flynn-the-cat, literature
Literature
Dragon Smiles: Entries
CONTEST
There's a dragon in my head,
And he's watching me and smiling,
And for sure I do not like this,
For he's thinking of me dying,
There's a selkie just behind,
And she sets my belly roiling,
And although I block my ears,
Her laughter there's no foiling,
There are bane-sidhes in my dreams,
And I'm really getting nervous,
For we all know what they mean,
And they like to sing in chorus,
And the pixies skip round me,
Whenever I dare look away,
Poking, pinching, prodding, prodding,
With fingers sharp and fey,
I wondered how a dragon smiles,
With jaws so full of teeth,
But I can live without knowing,
Of the gullet that lies
When Talking To Dragons by RainingRaven, literature
Literature
When Talking To Dragons
When in the presence of a dragon...
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening
A creature of myth,
Or so many believe-
They fill fairytales,
Novels,
And haunts the past.
It's fierce eyes,
Gazing upon you,
staring into your being-
It's fiery breath,
The stench of lost souls-
Dried blood upon its talons,
A victim of the past-
The dragon's burning heart,
Driving his wings-
To spread his will-
To soar through the sky,
claiming it as his own-
The creatures driven,
By they're own being.
Where did they come from?
Where did they go?
Questions to which answers,
No one seems to know.
Beautiful and gentle,
As much as a flower.
They soon disappeared,
Due to man's lust for power.
Only those now
As rare as sages.
Can truely find a dragon
In these modern ages.
Once these creatures
Where the protectors of us all.
Sheltering great civilizations
Until they disappeared, leaving them to fall.
Everyone I know
Is a dragon you see.
I look out for you,
You look out for me.
Dragons will be with us
Through the reaches of time.
In fact there's one sitting here,
Teaching me this rhyme.