Dragons

Open verse poem written in 2005 on the subject of dragons and the unanswered question on the proliferation of a fantastical creature in various unconnected cultures.

Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
the mythical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.

The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.

Emerging weak and hungry,
Parchment wings
Unfurl for the first time.
Infant sings
For mothers attention.

Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.

Upon the winds they soar
Swooping, diving
Breaking free from earths hold.
Striving
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.

All nations praise them
Emblems adorned
And they do not exist?
Scorned!
Fools, they are about you!

Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon

Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in name