Dragons
F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2009
On wings of gold and silver.
To heights unknown to man.
Of legends to deliver,
The dragon is at hand.
With fore-claw and with talon,
With teeth and flaring breath.
The enemies of Dragon-kind.
Consumed in fiery death.
The fear and persecution,
To **** this noble beast.
Never was the invitation,
“Oh Dragon, join our feast”.
It seemed they’d fly forever,
Above the land and sea.
Yet their fate had been decided,
And who the hell are we!
Now dragons are no more.