When the primeval egg of life first cracked open you sprung out
The most vigorous and dangerous of life's gifts to the world
The very elements of creation at your beck and call
Your beautiful flights flooded the ancient skies
Stretching from horizon to horizon
Fighting, playing and shaping the world beneath you
The world was so full of endless wonder when you flew the skies
And just as full of danger
But as the ages passed away one after the other
You passed away with them... one after the other
Where have you gone my magnificent dragons
The world misses your dangerous beauty
We are all so much smaller without you
Beautiful and heart-tugging. "We are all so much smaller without you." Beautiful writing, Looksfar!
ReplyDeletebrilliant words.
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wow.
stunning piece.
Sherry: Thank you very much. Too many let their fear overcome their love, and so some of the most beautiful things pass from the world...
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ReplyDeleteLooksfar: strange, but I am not able to grasp the object of this poem. Could you help me with what I am missing?
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Hmm... maybe there are no myths of Dragons in India? Dragons are a mythological creature, a sorta giant flying reptile that often breathed fire but not always. They were made half of fresh like you and me and half of the very elements of the world (fire, water, earth, air). One of my greatest joys is writing new mythologies, this is supposed to be a past age when dragons still flew the skies. I wrote this for a friend of mine who dearly loves dragons and feels a connection to them in some way. I hope this helps, if not please ask more questions and I will try to give more detailed answers.
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