Tragic Honor

[anirbas]

I am the stuff of myth and magic.
In some stories a figure
whose end is usually tragic.
In other older stories
I am a creature of honor.

But what do I care?
Either way, means little to me.
As I flip, frolic and belly roll
across the face of the blue heavens.

Macropterous wings flap...Flap...Flapping...
Knifing through the lustrous white clouds
and sapphire skies of your imagination
As long as you remember me, I live.
I breathe. I am the dragon.
Both honorable and tragic.

[wistfuldragon]

Beautiful disaster am I...
This creature of flames...
Caught betwix right and wrong...
Niether good nor evil in deeds....

I am made of dreams...
That fly on pruple wings...
Lost to the now...
Aged in stories of old...

I fear only myself...
And broken honor...
If I give my word...
I will die to keep it...

Honorable and tragic...
Beautiful disaster...
Loved yet hated...
Adored and feared...

I am Dragon...

*pulling up lame I fear but tis all I've got...lol...*
*loved your poem Lady and makes me want to write of times past...*

[anirbas]

Happy Birthday Month, my Lady of Darkness.
You would so have loved 'Game of Thrones'.
Reveled in the myth and the magic.
Pageantry, swords and dragons! Oh my!

I will never not miss you.
Never hear the song of the sword
the roar of a wyvern without thinking
of my beloved purple wistful dragon.
There is a crack in my heart
and her name is Misharae

Until next we meet...