The dragon's wings beat ******* high
A tumult whisking clouds from sky
As thunder pounds from fearsome wings
A lightning bolt does proudly spring.
In sullen peaks it passed me by,
Like light which so oft cracks the sky
And yearning seized me then to know,
This dragon pale as fallen snow
So on that cliff I stood repeating
A hope, a prayer to say a greeting,
Yelling, shouting, waving hands,
Hoping exit from this land
Of black decay and mould'ring rot
But the ivory drake did not,
And so I stood there, long repeating
A hope against a dragon's fleeting
Wings which bore him from my sight
With thunderous pounds of iresome might.
He flew with soaring wings a flash
Into the twilight dark at last
And as it vanished from my sight
Twilight turned to lonesome night
So I sat long upon the stones
Crying after friends long-flown
Hoping the dragon would return.
But knowing that I am alone.