Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:41:12 GMT -6
7/16/2004
dragon-1. a mythological monster, usually represented as a large reptile with wings and claws, breathing out fire and smoke 2. a fierce person; especially a fiercely watchful female guardian or chaperon 4. a large serpent or snake 6. any of a genus (Draco) of small tree lizards of SE Asia, with winglike membranes used in gliding from tree to tree...
see, dragons are among us, living in Asia...haha!
wyvern-dragon, serpent. in Heraldry a dragon with forelegs only, wings, and a barbed tail.
~Songs of the Draconia~
In another world,
neither mine nor yours-
in the tall, emerald grasses
of a sunshot glade.
A dragonet, cavorted and played.
Weaving, in, then out,
and all about,
an open air cave.
Created by the fretted arches,
a gigantic, bleached
skeleton, had made.
A set of bones,
the dragon toddler, revered.
From tip to tip, of
it's once lethally, barbed tail;
to it's sword pierced mazard.
His royal Draconia mother!
Brought down, by the
finest of Toledo steel.
This remorseless demise,
her final folly,
and only hazard.
Met at the hands,
of an all too human,
dragon hunter.
The dragonet,
wriggled and writhed,
around her fleshless bones.
Listening to the tones
of her phantasmic voice.
Spectrally singing songs.
Lullabies, of events to come.
And the portent,
of what her mate's son,
would do then...
when given,by
maturity, the choice.
To avenge her death,
and those of his,
more than one sibling.
Six she'd just born,
then lain.
Seeking a well deserved slumber,
from her labors pain.
Rudely denied the rest,
she sought in vain!
By a band of miscreants,
the Folk of Faery!
A preface of the battle,
that soon did wage.
Fiercely that night,
his mother had fought
with unbound rage.
Then given,
her earthbound life,
to protect each
of her children.
Selflessly, that fateful day,
she'd violently held sway,
with a vespidic horde
of blithering fairies;
a blighted herd,
of the Son's of Yer,
those dastardly dark elves;
a village scorned, natural witch;
and a prayer protected,
king chosen, dragon hunter.
Giftless, puny humans,
and otherworld beings!
Why his mother, The Draconia,
could have lifted into
the starshot void,at any given time!
Left her graceless tormentors, behind.
If not, for her precious,
beloved, pit-buried nursery.
Incubating beneath
her gargantuan,
macropterous winged,
fire breathing,
sinuously long,
serpent's body.
In the end,
the dragonet,
would beg to differ,
with the bardic version
of her story.
She was not slain!
She was a powerful martyr!
This dragonet's,
ghost-tongued mother!
At eventide when pewter shadows vestured
the crowns and shoulders
of the trees circling
the silent glen,
the dragonet grew weary
from a long day
of solitary play.
Near his mother's ivory bones,
glistening platinum
in the silvern moonlight,
his head he would lay.
As her soft, spectral voice
would rise and float,
tendriling about her own
skeletal remains,
and her sword pierced mazard.
"Rest. Rest my sweet, sweet child."
Phantasmically she would croon.
"Rest after your long day of play.
As all little dragonets should.
Shh. Shush. Listen.
As I sing lullabies of a forgotten age,
of royal Wyverns,
and times that should have been.
When your father and I,
crossed and ruled the world stage,
side by side, together.
Sleep. Sleep my precious dragonet.
Dream visions of your destiny,
and the one that will now,
never be.
As the voices of your siblings slain,
join mine, in a ringing refrain;
with tones of angst
and boundless rage,
at their early demise,
ripped from the page
of life, as a direct result
of that odiferous dragon hunter.
May he roast in Hell!
He, the slayer of our last hope
of survival and the continuation,
of our royally ancient lineage.
He, cursed obnoxious human,
that trapped my corporeal body,
in Death's cage.
But, unlucky for him,
not my lust for revenge
and limitless rage."
dragon-1. a mythological monster, usually represented as a large reptile with wings and claws, breathing out fire and smoke 2. a fierce person; especially a fiercely watchful female guardian or chaperon 4. a large serpent or snake 6. any of a genus (Draco) of small tree lizards of SE Asia, with winglike membranes used in gliding from tree to tree...
see, dragons are among us, living in Asia...haha!
wyvern-dragon, serpent. in Heraldry a dragon with forelegs only, wings, and a barbed tail.
~Songs of the Draconia~
In another world,
neither mine nor yours-
in the tall, emerald grasses
of a sunshot glade.
A dragonet, cavorted and played.
Weaving, in, then out,
and all about,
an open air cave.
Created by the fretted arches,
a gigantic, bleached
skeleton, had made.
A set of bones,
the dragon toddler, revered.
From tip to tip, of
it's once lethally, barbed tail;
to it's sword pierced mazard.
His royal Draconia mother!
Brought down, by the
finest of Toledo steel.
This remorseless demise,
her final folly,
and only hazard.
Met at the hands,
of an all too human,
dragon hunter.
The dragonet,
wriggled and writhed,
around her fleshless bones.
Listening to the tones
of her phantasmic voice.
Spectrally singing songs.
Lullabies, of events to come.
And the portent,
of what her mate's son,
would do then...
when given,by
maturity, the choice.
To avenge her death,
and those of his,
more than one sibling.
Six she'd just born,
then lain.
Seeking a well deserved slumber,
from her labors pain.
Rudely denied the rest,
she sought in vain!
By a band of miscreants,
the Folk of Faery!
A preface of the battle,
that soon did wage.
Fiercely that night,
his mother had fought
with unbound rage.
Then given,
her earthbound life,
to protect each
of her children.
Selflessly, that fateful day,
she'd violently held sway,
with a vespidic horde
of blithering fairies;
a blighted herd,
of the Son's of Yer,
those dastardly dark elves;
a village scorned, natural witch;
and a prayer protected,
king chosen, dragon hunter.
Giftless, puny humans,
and otherworld beings!
Why his mother, The Draconia,
could have lifted into
the starshot void,at any given time!
Left her graceless tormentors, behind.
If not, for her precious,
beloved, pit-buried nursery.
Incubating beneath
her gargantuan,
macropterous winged,
fire breathing,
sinuously long,
serpent's body.
In the end,
the dragonet,
would beg to differ,
with the bardic version
of her story.
She was not slain!
She was a powerful martyr!
This dragonet's,
ghost-tongued mother!
At eventide when pewter shadows vestured
the crowns and shoulders
of the trees circling
the silent glen,
the dragonet grew weary
from a long day
of solitary play.
Near his mother's ivory bones,
glistening platinum
in the silvern moonlight,
his head he would lay.
As her soft, spectral voice
would rise and float,
tendriling about her own
skeletal remains,
and her sword pierced mazard.
"Rest. Rest my sweet, sweet child."
Phantasmically she would croon.
"Rest after your long day of play.
As all little dragonets should.
Shh. Shush. Listen.
As I sing lullabies of a forgotten age,
of royal Wyverns,
and times that should have been.
When your father and I,
crossed and ruled the world stage,
side by side, together.
Sleep. Sleep my precious dragonet.
Dream visions of your destiny,
and the one that will now,
never be.
As the voices of your siblings slain,
join mine, in a ringing refrain;
with tones of angst
and boundless rage,
at their early demise,
ripped from the page
of life, as a direct result
of that odiferous dragon hunter.
May he roast in Hell!
He, the slayer of our last hope
of survival and the continuation,
of our royally ancient lineage.
He, cursed obnoxious human,
that trapped my corporeal body,
in Death's cage.
But, unlucky for him,
not my lust for revenge
and limitless rage."
