The Last Dragon

For all the animals thoughtlessly slaughtered into extinction

The great Chimère raised his regal head

And mourned the last of his children who lay dead

At his clawed feet, their beauty and perfection a thing to grieve

If only for a moment before it was time

To raise his massive wings to leave

This place he’d shared with his lifelong mate

Whose body was gone, her slaughter their kind’s fate.

Wherever the Beautiful One lay with her broken crimson scales

Chimère’s own heart couldn’t help but stay

For all of time without end.

The Drako would give his heart to only one

Until the far distant death of the galaxy’s sun.

 

The blue of his scales matched the sky

Giving no reason to look up, no reason to ask why

The massive eloquent beast should fly overhead unheard,

Not a beat of wing, not a whispered word,

Only the drop of tears that fell from blue skies,

From his beautiful lavender-blue catlike eyes.

 

He’d had friends who were human

In towns nearer Loch Lomond

But he was a prince of his kind

The nine black ridges along his spine left no doubt

To any who knew this obvious sign of royalty.

He could never live in fear

And the bottomless Loch Ness was near,

Its darkness suited him well.

 

The lake’s surface was as smooth as glass

It shimmered for a moment as Chimère Drako’s mass

Broke the surface and he swam below

In elegant movements, swanlike and slow

Like a dance to the depths, his gills suddenly filled.

He would stay there forever; no more dragon blood would be spilled.

His royal blue scales have long ago turned black

The ridges now soft along his once strong back

Mankind now thinks of Chimère Drako on rare occasions

When tourists take shadowed pictures during their vacations

At Loch Ness to catch a glimpse of the lizard illusion

We call a monster of mad delusion.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I like the history that you have painted of Nellie...the illusive "monster" of Loch Ness...I found myself drawn in, and I admit, I am not that into fantasy, but this is well woven. It seemed more fairy tale than anything, and I can see your beautiful dragon.
Thank you for letting me escape the duldrums with this piece.

[Blackbirdsong]

I love the fantasy and history of this write. It reads as if it were one of the classics with the same eloquence and poetic perfection. The fact that you also did it in rhyming couplets needs to be applauded since that is not easy to do and definitely not easy to do well, which you have certainly done.

I almost cried myself while reading this line -

"Only the drop of tears that fell from blue skies,

From his beautiful lavender-blue catlike eyes."

:)

[Marie]

Great work.

[*** Hey Jude***]

Wow Mimi, This was a great and inspiring piece. Really enjoyed the tempo and the rhyming of it. Your work is impeccable! ~ Jude

[Barry S. Maltese]

What an enjoyable tale. I felt for poor Nessie, and can see why see refuses to show herself anymore. Written in fine description, you give depth to the characters involved - alive or dead.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

what a good tail about lock nessey and how the stars that bear the name drako that still grace the sky still shows itself to the night sky. well written and i applaud you for a well written verse. look forward to reading more of your muse. all my best

windstorm

[Cdnsurfer]

Excellent descriptive poem here, with a wonderful narrative voice. I'm not absolutely sold on the rhyming couplets but this certain has a charm to it. When I read this I almost feel this needs expansion into an epic, so we get the whole story of Chimere and his life and love. It feels like it should be an epic. Cheers! Rob

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Great flow and ypu painted a wonderful and colorful picture through your words... Great piece!!

[Lydia Shutter]

Your words wove a magic carpet and allowed me to fly away for a while....wonderful poetry about the Loch Ness Monster! So many myths exist about him! The rhyming was great and the imagery so intricate. Very well written, Mimi. Lydia

[Adam Greenfield]

That was a great story. It was a great play on a myth and I thought the images were very clear and easy to imagine. Sign of good writing. Plus, I think it's awesome you thought to do something like this. I never would have thought of the idea! Great write.

[dead]

Dead of a legend: to become a mere phantom � and where is the legend, the hero? (the breath?) And as such all turns to curiosity! And when standing there by those ruins, who ever feels the past? Lives it? Perhaps unrelated, but when I think of dragons I always think of Komodo Dragon's, if suddenly they were to be wiped out � or near extinction (perhaps that is even better) they would become curiosities. Thoughtless Slaughter indeed, we never thing of what goes on beneath the surface; here is the question: will the last man on earth be thinking?