...and a Dragon bleeds

part of Dragonsheart...the Story

Darkness now is spread around,

No pathway can be traced;

The mighty dragons plunge and bound

lost there amid the dreary waste.

The warrior hunts to slay his prey.

 

Hidden there among the trees,

She stretches and spreads her glorious wings.

With his sword and spear honed sharp and keen

Brandishing his weapons he sees her.

Too late she feels the pain

As the weapon in her side he steeps.

Darkness threatens to overtake her

as the warrior lets go his shout of victory

and the dragon begins to bleed.

 

The warrior hears it then

A roar like none he's heard before.

He feels a presence out there in the dark

and know her kin is coming to her aid.

Once more he plunges in the blade

and leaves it there for all to see

buried deeply in her side.

 

Struggling to rise she calls out

singing her death song.

The warrior watches a shadow fall upon him

and prepares to meet his fate

he is astounded as that dragon turns to heed her call.

He watches with amazement

as the dragon kneels down by her side.

 

The Dragon Lord is weeping

his love for his mate overpowering his rage

and in anguish his cry is heard across the land.

From the forest he hears the howling answer.

His dragonsong fills the air,

My love, my mate, my life

has now been found.

 

Gable cradles his precious Ninn,

shielding her with is wings.

His tears do fall and hit the ground,

And then the silence is most profound.

 

The Dragon Lord does take his mate

and takes her with him to the skies

and with his love he flies away.

 

Where the tears of Gable the Dragon Lord had fallen

they begin to breathe taking a life of their own.

Taking on a heartbeat, they call out to all who would hear

Ninn's brother of her blood picks up their scent

and in his soul he feels their beat.

Wofmage touches the the tears of his Ninns' Gable.

Howling out in rage filled anger

long and deep his cries do fill the night.

His cry of anguish is answered from a distance

and he knows that she is safe...and now

the hunt it doth begin,  and

the hunter becomes the prey.

Reviews

[ba_mcfarlane]

This has a Celtic music feel, its cadence, the pulse of the words as arranged...aside from the content, which is in itself a tale well spun. That too lends itself to the more decorous and ornate presentation that has imaginations soaring.
I know that sounds strange. Loreena MacKennit and her stuff comes to mind.
Sweet write.