(Original painting by Margaret Lindsey)
Its eyes used to shine like glamorous amber,
Bejeweled by the hands of the sun—
A seemingly, everlastingly light.
Its talons—the holder of puppet strings—
Pulled at the hearts of men, drew out fear
Like picking a flower
Crushing it with a childish smirk.
Ah, the dragon’s laugh, the beast’s taunt.
Lives—brushed away like dust
Armours trampled over
Their silver hues so easily lost, so quickly eaten away
By blood and despair and rusted romance
By death’s cold fingers and something numb.
Until one day it
Heard voices, ubiquitous like winds
Speaking of deformed joys, nightmarish boredom
The inability of its reptile heart
To love, and the indigestible terror
Leaking out of a men like black acid
Shockingly burned down its throat
The backfire of its own malice
Dangerous, weakened, dark.
Buried deep inside a cave
Surrounded by slumbering stones
Dwelled a lonely fossil, a piece
Of dragon bone, cloaked
With centuries of unheard whispers
A knight’s wit and lion-heart
A sky-tearing shriek, a relenting roar
An eyeless blade, scratching at the impenetrable scales,
A quiet, willing phase
A thousand-year-old curse–
A dragon bone’s boisterous past.
By Kim T.