GammaCavy
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Slightly different than my usual fare, I present a poem of Dragonfable. Destroying Truth Violet wings swoop overhead though colored bright, the sight brings dread as turquoise form banks through the air with jaws dripping blood from teeth which tear Through flesh and bone of all his foes the hidden heart his nature shows— Destroying Truth, his nature, his name his violet wings his claim to fame, for though his flight be far and high all that meets his eyes shall die For loss of her, most dear to him his joyous emerald eyes grow dim. Dragon and Dragonlord, never apart partners of mind and soul and heart Until one fell that fateful day when a lucky arrow that hero did slay and the dragon remained, alone and in pain maddened with rage— her loss and his shame. Dragon of destruction, dragon of creation in them was prophesied the world’s salvation but the dark took the savior, who fell to his brother and it seemed that the prophesy no one would suffer As their foes fell swift to talon and steel Creature of darkness, flew all wounds to heal But the hero is fallen, the dragon alone And in fury shall turn all the world to bone Savage shame where once was glory Blood and ruin end the story Truth-which-rends, destroys, lays waste and never more but blood shall taste The blood of those who looked to him for life and shelter, eyes now grim from darkened gaze upon the sea that grows into infinity. Ah, hear him thunder through the sky! For loss of her the earth shall die! The seas of blood and crystal hate yet burn beneath the turquoise plate Of armor that no blade can pierce for love is slain, so free and fierce— The dragon kills to end his pain to drown out yet that well-loved name as if each life beneath his claws, that falls to fang and crystal jaws might be his own, release at last From chains of life that hold him fast He lives enduring, doubly damned in this torture we call life. Damned to madness never ending With a solace found in strife. For his nature, long forgotten Damned to linger and abide Till, in mourning beyond measure Called the shadows to his side. So the Darkness swiftly gathered To his weakness and despair Gave him eyes of bloody mourning As fell triumph wracked the air. Crooning songs of honeyed hatred At a puppet sweetly stringed Made a monster of its mocking – And it named him Chaos-Winged What price, salvation for the earth? what price, the loss of joy and mirth? For well they know the shadow’s dread and none are safe until he’s dead but what is dead can never die and ever more he soars the sky The rage can never be denied the hate will not be satisfied And by that blast of fiery breath all the world will meet its death Hear his wingbeats overhead! See him leave a trail of dead! War waged for a hundred years, Uncaring of unnumbered tears. Lands are burned and seas were boiled And all the while his conscience roiled, In filling this burning, hellish lake, Of blood and slaughter, “For her sake.” His shadow falls across the land— and they shall meet him sword in hand as yet a thousand times before, and yet again a thousand more But though it open time again, never shall he pass the door of death’s dark gate, find peace at last For long his fate, the die is cast. The shadow of his wings draws near and now they know nothing but fear. What worth was there he swift forgot What worth the wonders that he hid? The brilliance of an untried soul A brief, bright spark. The crusted lid Of avarice and long neglect Bore down upon him. Fickle, wan The shadow's echo of a dream to wake to ruin, rage unchecked. Onward he sweeps, on wings of dread- And all that lives now lies long dead But were it better yet this way? For still in dreams he hears her say “Veritas, beloved one, dragon who is like my son I blame you not for what you’ve done I doubt I’m capable of that hush now, my little acrobat.” And to reach Death, and grief assuage By seeing her among the shades of all who died in his great rage Then Dragon Dread could not be free of those whose blood now forms the sea And fragile dream would fade at last, and dragon into ruin cast— Veritas, destroying truth! Ah, the longed for days of youth. Emerald stained with blood and hate Dragon drowned in grasp of fate Blood on jaws and talons vast As ever on time rushes past Singing songs of her demise dragon weeping in the skies flames that burn the secret way, grief that echoes night and day— Still the spirit voice does speak words of silence, faded, weak: Though your life may never end even still, you are my friend.
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