Poems
'Omnia vinci amore; et nos cedamus Amore'
(Love conquers all; let us also be conquered by love)
By Rachael
And here's a link to her page
Greysnake
The sun sets with majestic show
and clouds of silver, copper and gold
the sky ablaze with purple and rose
fades to ashes and sparks alone
This night to fill my destiny
I journey to my enemy
over a bridge of crumpled stone
past a cairn for soldiers bones
to a cliff and turquoise pool
fed by cascade green and blue
up a cliff on wings of white
flew to cold and lonely heights
charred to black by dragon's fire
was to many a funeral pyre
My quest continued to the cave
where slept the thieving golden slave
whose greed, like a gilded chain
bound him to the earth in pain
my mission was to set him free
by death or any other means
for many thought the world would be
best without the likes of he
Into the cavern, dark as night
without the benefit of light
towards the cold and pale glow
every dragon's scales show
forward, then, into the fray
pray you'll see another day
He barely stirred as I approached,
but when I touched the gold he woke
he looked at me with emerald eye
and said "Fair maiden, you will die"
I replied ' Sir dragon, know,
there's more to me than what I show'
He said "Your looks mean naught to me,
I've eaten prettier than thee.
go back then to thy pots and pans
thy scullery and stable hands"
'Is this anger that I see?
I thought emotion pain to thee'
He said to me "Aye, that is true,
I don't see what it means to you"
There was a strange look in his eye
I thought I heard the dragon sigh
'Tell me what in her you saw,
was she fair of tooth and claw?
Were her scales brighter than thine,
did she possess a clever mind?'
"Aye, she was all that and more,
now forever I am poor
for without thinking, I then chose
over her, this hoard of gold"
For a moment I could see,
rolling down his scaly cheek,
a single, precious, dragon tear
that the golden chain did sear
and so, set the dragon free
The moral of this story be
for then, and now, and evermore
"**Omnia vinci amore;
et nos cedumus amore"
Dragons
By George W. Link
A Dragon is a special thing, unique to its creator,
Some look like a serpent or a toothy alligator.
Some have tails and wings and horns, while others none at all,
Some are absolutely huge, while others very small.
I think that each displays a certain person's point of view,
And what each means is something that's completely up to you.
The Enchanter
By Kaza
In days long gone - out of memory's reach
The Enchanter his acolytes did teach
He taught of powers and of fire
He taught of love and man's desire
He taught of pain and taught of greed
He taught of fear and taught of need.
And when he'd done with sharing all
a student asked about the fall.
Five thousand years and some ago
the dragons lived, for it is so
written in the books of lore..
in a time long gone before.
And man was growing in the land
becoming like the desert sand.
Wherever dragons had their home
man was fearful there to roam.
But as their number grew in count
man's strength and fearlessnes did mount.
Often men did they venture far
to kill a dragon - called it war.
Until the dragons knew the day
had come. No other way
but to put a fearful end
to the slaught'ring bands of men.
Then followed war which scorched the lands
and put a stop to slaught'ring bands.
And after all was said and done
man retreated - no battle won.
Few dragons in the world remained
with death and turmoil - what was gained?
Leaving with remaining kin
the dragons were not seen again.
For deep within the mountain caves
the dragons chanted over graves
and took on them the forms of men
that slaughter would not rise again.
Enchanters know that from that day
the fire's within: the enchanters say.
For if you have the power within
then you're born from Dragon kin.
Copywrite Kaza 1996©, All Rights Reserved.
'Omnia vinci amore; et nos cedamus Amore'
(Love conquers all; let us also be conquered by love)
By Rachael
And here's a link to her page Greysnake
The sun sets with majestic show
and clouds of silver, copper and gold
the sky ablaze with purple and rose
fades to ashes and sparks alone
This night to fill my destiny
I journey to my enemy
over a bridge of crumpled stone
past a cairn for soldiers bones
to a cliff and turquoise pool
fed by cascade green and blue
up a cliff on wings of white
flew to cold and lonely heights
charred to black by dragon's fire
was to many a funeral pyre
My quest continued to the cave
where slept the thieving golden slave
whose greed, like a gilded chain
bound him to the earth in pain
my mission was to set him free
by death or any other means
for many thought the world would be
best without the likes of he
Into the cavern, dark as night
without the benefit of light
towards the cold and pale glow
every dragon's scales show
forward, then, into the fray
pray you'll see another day
He barely stirred as I approached,
but when I touched the gold he woke
he looked at me with emerald eye
and said "Fair maiden, you will die"
I replied ' Sir dragon, know,
there's more to me than what I show'
He said "Your looks mean naught to me,
I've eaten prettier than thee.
go back then to thy pots and pans
thy scullery and stable hands"
'Is this anger that I see?
I thought emotion pain to thee'
He said to me "Aye, that is true,
I don't see what it means to you"
There was a strange look in his eye
I thought I heard the dragon sigh
'Tell me what in her you saw,
was she fair of tooth and claw?
Were her scales brighter than thine,
did she possess a clever mind?'
"Aye, she was all that and more,
now forever I am poor
for without thinking, I then chose
over her, this hoard of gold"
For a moment I could see,
rolling down his scaly cheek,
a single, precious, dragon tear
that the golden chain did sear
and so, set the dragon free
The moral of this story be
for then, and now, and evermore
"**Omnia vinci amore;
et nos cedumus amore"
Dragons
By George W. Link
A Dragon is a special thing, unique to its creator,
Some look like a serpent or a toothy alligator.
Some have tails and wings and horns, while others none at all,
Some are absolutely huge, while others very small.
I think that each displays a certain person's point of view,
And what each means is something that's completely up to you.
The Enchanter
By Kaza
In days long gone - out of memory's reach
The Enchanter his acolytes did teach
He taught of powers and of fire
He taught of love and man's desire
He taught of pain and taught of greed
He taught of fear and taught of need.
And when he'd done with sharing all
a student asked about the fall.
Five thousand years and some ago
the dragons lived, for it is so
written in the books of lore..
in a time long gone before.
And man was growing in the land
becoming like the desert sand.
Wherever dragons had their home
man was fearful there to roam.
But as their number grew in count
man's strength and fearlessnes did mount.
Often men did they venture far
to kill a dragon - called it war.
Until the dragons knew the day
had come. No other way
but to put a fearful end
to the slaught'ring bands of men.
Then followed war which scorched the lands
and put a stop to slaught'ring bands.
And after all was said and done
man retreated - no battle won.
Few dragons in the world remained
with death and turmoil - what was gained?
Leaving with remaining kin
the dragons were not seen again.
For deep within the mountain caves
the dragons chanted over graves
and took on them the forms of men
that slaughter would not rise again.
Enchanters know that from that day
the fire's within: the enchanters say.
For if you have the power within
then you're born from Dragon kin.
Copywrite Kaza 1996©, All Rights Reserved.