#PoeticThursday . . . Reflections of an old dragon

 

 

THE OLD DRAGON

Inside his cave the old dragon sleeps
And dreams of long ago
Of the battles he fought and the victories he won
And of how he defeated each foe.

He dreams of when his wings were strong
How each day he used to fly
For hours with other dragons
Swooping across the sky.

He dreams of the aerial tricks he’d perform
And how he used to soar
And twist and turn and twirl and spin
Before landing on one claw.

He dreams of how he once breathed fire
And the havoc that he caused
Among the villagers who cowered with fear
When they heard his fierce roars.

He dreams that he is young again
And that people gape and stare
At his gleaming silver scales
As he flashes through the air.

And as he turns in his sleep
A tear trickles from his eye
As he dreams of the flights he used to make
And he utters a long sigh.

Inside his cave the old dragon sleeps
And dreams of long ago
Of the battles he fought and the victories he won
And how he defeated each foe.

By John Foster
Artist Kerry Darlington

 

 

Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1623799041131491/

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