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.

[the ghost of pauls]

Very cool. A dragon with a personality, with emotions. Beautiful colours and all of your usual grace and composure in the writing. Wonderful.

[TL Boehm]

incredible mythical flavor to this one. I have always had a soft spot for dragons....not sure I could articulate why but this poetic masterpiece does them justice - beautifully written, eloquent - I find myself lamenting the creatures fate.
Well done.

[Ryan Otto]

Great density, especially the last stanza. The title's a bit misleading or unrealized. Did I miss the content there?

[Pauline Ramsey]

I really enjoyed this poem, the imagery of it is absolutely lovely. I can see the entire ordeal in my mind and I liked the portrayal of the Loch Ness monster. Great Work!

[Brette Medb]

This was enchanting and I love how you built in the history throughout and brought it to present times with the tourists.

Broke the surface and he swam below
In elegant movements, swanlike and slow

These lines were so fluid and almost lazy it brought the emotions and the images to the surface imbedding them in the reader's eye. Great write.


B.

[Helen Woodward]

Only you Mimi could compare a Dragon to a Swan...how beautiful!!! You know a thing or two about Dragons, you've done your homework. The myths and symbols in this are superb. Mythology was never a strong point with me, but I always admired those who could so easily pen an entire story on mythological subject matter.
This is so tenderly told that I forgot the Dragon breathes fire and would never have pictured him with a family...great write girl...Kudos.
Helen xx

[Robert Luna]

This is such a creative and imaginative piece. I really loved the way it flowed into my mind's eye with such ease. I loved imagining these scenes taking place. Made my night a lot better and gave me something to think about. I really enjoyed this and thought you did an excellent job with hooking me in right in the beginning and never letting go of it.


Well Done!!!!!

[Emily B]

Ilike the portrait you have drawn of a "different" kind of royalty, the regal dragon

[C. Harter Amos]

The last line should read " We call a monster of madmen's delusions." I can't seem to get the edit to take the last of the line. If anyone knows what I'm doing wrong let me know?