Dragon's Call

Dragon's Call: a Poem

Softly slither through the night
Make way lightly, path of fright
Rider's victim, soon to sight
Dragon's whisper in the moonlight

Flying lizards drawn to the sky
Feathery wings to make them fly
Dusk's dark sheath, a battle cry
Quickly, run from enemy's wary eye

Faster still, a time to keep
Dragon's fire from hills so steep
Peasants must not drift to sleep
A mission to carry, a goal to reap

We must make it to the Dragon's cave
Rider's young, but yet so brave
Flight so long, only to save
Freedom's call, a path to pave

Further still, the night moves on
Aware of Dragon's brooding brawn
Yes, the night will soon be gone
On the edge of a new dawn