Poem of the dragon
Spurred Poem, something of thought and very simple
I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing.
Restless night, due passing dawn
Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn
Till the sun may rise, the skies are clean
For a dragon to roam the intrepid skies unseen
His heart is weak, his soul and spirit is strong
Proudly stanching before his foes
A master knowing who he is
And what he may be
Proud, his friends churn him on
Not to fight, not to kill
He is better than that; to turn from them
Though dragons are fierce, a trait well known
They abide to loyalty
Hunting prey, not foes