Poems
A Dragon's Home
Freedom comes when the mind is free.
Free from work, free from reality,
The mind soars to new heights and places.
This is where we live.
Reality can not comprehend us,
We go beyond the laws of physics,
The impossible is possible,
And knowledge is meaningless.
Few people know of us,
Yet all are able to see us.
We're in the books, in the art,
In buildings and other things.
Seek us, and you will find us,
Not in reality, but in your heart.
author unknown
Dragon Heart
Darkness, shadows, silence,
All concealing what is in the night.
Look deeper, penetrate the darkness
And see what lurks in the heart.
A sight beyond reality lurks there,
A sight many fear,
A dragon in full glory stands,
Waiting to be heard.
Many fight it, fearing the unknown,
Knowing not what they do.
The dragon does not fight,
Wisdom guiding its thoughts.
Death comes to the dragon,
Yet it lives still in the heart,
Which will never forget
What it felt when the dragon was there.
author unknown
Decision
What of the light, the sun, its faded
just as the crystal is spread and jaded
But what of the spear, its plautium plates
to stear Destiny, thee of many shapes?
My Lady would not change so easily,
as you plate the crystal freely
Ahh, don't you see that we are set
with the glow of the spear Regret.
But life, for you, would slip away
if you were given the spear Decay,
But Destiny, whom knows one true,
Would give the crystal to so few.
For one of us, the light would shine
to radiate off our decline,
While the crystal is built, its many facets,
who of us can place its sets?
The platium though, seems threatening,
but to some its of a dream,
And Destiny, whom beside we walk
will show us the spear and whom we stalk.
Be them with platium spear
to pace beside a foe so near,
Or be it with the crystal matrix,
To path our future, Amber's fixed.
Eric Klien
Plated Being
Wiping the dew from her whitered eye,
She looks beyond the cresent skys,
Looks upon the blue-steel mane,
The third eye unfocused by lies,
To spend so many years in question.
But kind, the storm, was unknown,
She placed her hand into the shadow,
To dream forth the tail of darkness,
And open the eye of smoke and reason,
The face hidden by the amber,
To draw forth the crystal sword.
Three warm and wild eyes,
Rising up and pacing the planes,
Of amber shaded cresent darkness,
She crawls forward within season,
To remember a silver plated time,
Of her life and shadden dream.
Grateful it was over, run away,
From the crystal swords suggest,
The eyes then seem so familiar,
Glad to view you, plated being,
Thee blood armor of the past,
To shatter your scales it may.
To view your here once again,
No time left treasure was her dream.
The broken sword beyond reason,
Run from the scattered vessel,
Nothing left inside to question,
Her withered eye alone to scream.
Eric Klein
Land of Pisicron
Molten crystals layered with fire,
To frame whispering streams higher,
Swirling from hiding a frozen sky,
Where the sheaths of firmament ice lie,
Chasing a trail of smoke and leaving,
The undeniable change and season.
But burdened this red ice drifts,
Crushing these waves of deadly gifts,
Forming beneath the powder asunder,
The molten pools will change to shelter,
Deeper then the solid iron crust,
The crystal flakes and poison mist.
To fall beyond the shells layered,
And create clear forms, the fire favored,
Down within these vast caverns of ice,
Awaits the storm shifting flow of life,
To join the shifting rivers of sand,
Captured within this cursesed land.
Eric Klein
Dragonsblade
Blue-steel, unknown and never rules,
the light abandoned, the surface cools
a tiny stream, a reddish glint
drips the weapon, the dragons gift
But the blood, the beads, force their path
Sent to flow, the watchers wrath
The hilt alone holds no blood
For blue-steel gauntlets cloaked the flood
The light, now, continues to fade
the sapphire hilt, the blue-steel blade,
The gauntlets, though, continue their grasp
the crystal hidden, the motion, to last
But, halt your slaughter, commanded the dead,
spirits, the enemy, and those that have lead
The battle is over, the carrion birds call,
your side has won, but friends still fall
For the wielder, now, was ruled by the sword
that flowed and felled, her friends, her lord,
The blue-steel gift continued to impale,
to slash, to center, to piece their mail
The watchers, lightning reflecting black scale,
their laughter, cackled, thru thunder and hail
The sight, euphoric, as wind gives them lift,
the hillside, the wielder, the sword their gift.
The wielder, possessed, looked onward to find
those left alive, and more humankind,
And when the blade finished, and none were left,
it turned on its wielder, its gift of death.
Eric Klein
A Dragon's Home
Freedom comes when the mind is free.
Free from work, free from reality,
The mind soars to new heights and places.
This is where we live.
Reality can not comprehend us,
We go beyond the laws of physics,
The impossible is possible,
And knowledge is meaningless.
Few people know of us,
Yet all are able to see us.
We're in the books, in the art,
In buildings and other things.
Seek us, and you will find us,
Not in reality, but in your heart.
author unknown
Dragon Heart
Darkness, shadows, silence,
All concealing what is in the night.
Look deeper, penetrate the darkness
And see what lurks in the heart.
A sight beyond reality lurks there,
A sight many fear,
A dragon in full glory stands,
Waiting to be heard.
Many fight it, fearing the unknown,
Knowing not what they do.
The dragon does not fight,
Wisdom guiding its thoughts.
Death comes to the dragon,
Yet it lives still in the heart,
Which will never forget
What it felt when the dragon was there.
author unknown
Decision
What of the light, the sun, its faded
just as the crystal is spread and jaded
But what of the spear, its plautium plates
to stear Destiny, thee of many shapes?
My Lady would not change so easily,
as you plate the crystal freely
Ahh, don't you see that we are set
with the glow of the spear Regret.
But life, for you, would slip away
if you were given the spear Decay,
But Destiny, whom knows one true,
Would give the crystal to so few.
For one of us, the light would shine
to radiate off our decline,
While the crystal is built, its many facets,
who of us can place its sets?
The platium though, seems threatening,
but to some its of a dream,
And Destiny, whom beside we walk
will show us the spear and whom we stalk.
Be them with platium spear
to pace beside a foe so near,
Or be it with the crystal matrix,
To path our future, Amber's fixed.
Eric Klien
Plated Being
Wiping the dew from her whitered eye,
She looks beyond the cresent skys,
Looks upon the blue-steel mane,
The third eye unfocused by lies,
To spend so many years in question.
But kind, the storm, was unknown,
She placed her hand into the shadow,
To dream forth the tail of darkness,
And open the eye of smoke and reason,
The face hidden by the amber,
To draw forth the crystal sword.
Three warm and wild eyes,
Rising up and pacing the planes,
Of amber shaded cresent darkness,
She crawls forward within season,
To remember a silver plated time,
Of her life and shadden dream.
Grateful it was over, run away,
From the crystal swords suggest,
The eyes then seem so familiar,
Glad to view you, plated being,
Thee blood armor of the past,
To shatter your scales it may.
To view your here once again,
No time left treasure was her dream.
The broken sword beyond reason,
Run from the scattered vessel,
Nothing left inside to question,
Her withered eye alone to scream.
Eric Klein
Land of Pisicron
Molten crystals layered with fire,
To frame whispering streams higher,
Swirling from hiding a frozen sky,
Where the sheaths of firmament ice lie,
Chasing a trail of smoke and leaving,
The undeniable change and season.
But burdened this red ice drifts,
Crushing these waves of deadly gifts,
Forming beneath the powder asunder,
The molten pools will change to shelter,
Deeper then the solid iron crust,
The crystal flakes and poison mist.
To fall beyond the shells layered,
And create clear forms, the fire favored,
Down within these vast caverns of ice,
Awaits the storm shifting flow of life,
To join the shifting rivers of sand,
Captured within this cursesed land.
Eric Klein
Dragonsblade
Blue-steel, unknown and never rules,
the light abandoned, the surface cools
a tiny stream, a reddish glint
drips the weapon, the dragons gift
But the blood, the beads, force their path
Sent to flow, the watchers wrath
The hilt alone holds no blood
For blue-steel gauntlets cloaked the flood
The light, now, continues to fade
the sapphire hilt, the blue-steel blade,
The gauntlets, though, continue their grasp
the crystal hidden, the motion, to last
But, halt your slaughter, commanded the dead,
spirits, the enemy, and those that have lead
The battle is over, the carrion birds call,
your side has won, but friends still fall
For the wielder, now, was ruled by the sword
that flowed and felled, her friends, her lord,
The blue-steel gift continued to impale,
to slash, to center, to piece their mail
The watchers, lightning reflecting black scale,
their laughter, cackled, thru thunder and hail
The sight, euphoric, as wind gives them lift,
the hillside, the wielder, the sword their gift.
The wielder, possessed, looked onward to find
those left alive, and more humankind,
And when the blade finished, and none were left,
it turned on its wielder, its gift of death.
Eric Klein