The Harpist & The DragonA Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
Rise up, oh deadly Serpent!
The Strings stir you awake. Please, sing your fiery harmony, And satiate my wanton hate. Demon, take to trebled wings! Tempest winds, percussive beats. Strumming claws striking notes, As my foes fall beneath your heat. The melody becomes menacing As crescendos clap across the sky. A lightning show accompanies My draconic opera in flight. My sweet music of destruction Erasing towns like misplaced notes Till all who sought to stop my song Are gone and I’m alone. With his audience exhausted, The performer bows down back to land. Glissando in the denouement, Playing the end with trembling hands. The dragon draws to the shadows Where I had summoned him from sleep. And so here ends our ardent duet. With an embered grin, he turns to me. © 2020 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 6, 2020 Last Updated on September 6, 2020 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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