Poems
about Dragons...
Where do you think the Dragon lives?
In a hall made of stone, below the high mountains?
There in the wood, cloaked with leaves?
Down by the River, enjoying some fountains?
What do you think, the Dragon desires?
Tons of gold, jewels and silver?
The fair maiden, that every man admires?
The beautiful music, that makes us shiver?
So what do you think, what do you dream?
Are Dragons friendly, or evil and meen?
How can you know it without ever seen,
A Dragon itself, close to one you never been.
Markus Koenig
I took a trip through the garden
to receive the beauty surrounding
revering in the innocence
love and laughter enveloped me
as I gazed into your eyes
my teeth sunk into the forbidden fruit
extracting the honeyed nectar within
juices traveled down my mouth to my throat
meeting your tounge in a passionate embrace
together we sank to the garden floor
lost in each other and yet found forever
slowly the box is opened
now I live with pain
Cheri
Soul
When finally I brushed the last of those
bright fluffy love-clouds from my eyes,
I beheld the shrivelled, shrieking panic of your soul,
and at first recoiled in horror
at the tiny, trapped beast,
careening blindly against the walls
of knowledge and light.
Then pity overwhelmed me, and I
reached forth, soothing fingers,
crooning gently, and the
wildly flailing creature's howls
rose high, like searing flames,
scorching my hands,
forcing me to withdraw
and leave you, lost and trembling,
in the dark chaos of your own choosing.
Carolyn McDonald
Warriors Death
I live for the fight
Unable to get enough
Fight for honor and what I see as right
Make it vicious and rough
Someday it will end
I shall die
But until then
The world will hear my battle crie
When it is over and done
I will open my eyes
Watch as my lifes blood runs
Feel my soul lift to the sky
Shed not a tear for me
I will smile with my last breath
It is as I wished it to be
I died a warriors death.
Chuck 97
Sorceress
Her hair--black as a raven's breast--
mirrors the shadows resonating in her soul.
Her eyes--orbs of pure obsidian--
bespeak of mysteries more ancient than Stonehenge.
Her skin--softer than satin to the touch--
the color of the first snows on the plains of Vanaheim.
Her laughter--a haunting yet melodious tone--
echoes in triumph through the golden halls of Versailles.
Her power--mystical, mythical might--
crimson-nailed fingertips ablzae with ebon lightning
which ensnare my mind...
and send my senses tumbling into infinity.
A woman both malevolent and benevolent--
her passion composed of purest light...
her vengeance possessed of forbidding darkness.
All who dared to challenge her divine power...are no more.
I dare to challenge--
my mortal will against power incarnate...
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I shall win.
"Never fear the blade...
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save your fear
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for the man who wields it.
Anthony Vasser
Soul
When finally I brushed the last of those
bright fluffy love-clouds from my eyes,
I beheld the shrivelled, shrieking panic of your soul,
and at first recoiled in horror
at the tiny, trapped beast,
careening blindly against the walls
of knowledge and light.
Then pity overwhelmed me, and I
reached forth, soothing fingers,
crooning gently, and the
wildly flailing creature's howls
rose high, like searing flames,
scorching my hands,
forcing me to withdraw
and leave you, lost and trembling,
in the dark chaos of your own choosing.
Carolyn McDonald
Boredom
bordom, it wells from deep within,
flowing through my body,
my arms,
my fingers,
and,
into my pencil,
then finally,
into this.
Shane Campbell
The Prophecies Of The Falcon
The sword of power is there,
For those who are
worthy.
Many will come far and wide,
To try to win the
sword.
But the sword will only be,
For he of the true
blood.
Those that are not of the blood,
Shall die when they
grip it.
The one who can wield the sword,
Shall summon great
armies.
He shall then bind the people,
As one under his
flag.
He shall then lead them to war,
Against the forces of
light.
And then darkness shall rein for,
A hundred, hundred
years.
There shall be one who is born,
He the Dark One shall
fear.
A mark shall be on his arm,
Of a falcon in
flight.
When he reaches fifteen years,
He shall go on a
quest.
He shall search for and shall find,
The great staff of the
gods.
With this staff he shall befriend,
The fearsome gold
dragon.
With this dragon as a mount,
He shall find an
army.
He shall find the greatest smith,
Who shall make him a
lance.
And this lance shall be tempered,
In the fires of light.
He shall lead his great army,
Against the dark
armies.
And he shall kill the Dark One,
And light shall rein
again.
Richard Hodgerney Jr.
Illusions
All around are things not real,
You see unicorns, demons, and things with wings,
In your eyes they are colored blue, green, and teal,
You make yourself believe these faboulous things.
You see them gallop, run, and soar,
You walk among the things for so long have been marked unseen,
You see no unsettled scores,
You bask among all that is serene.
You ride the mythical unicorn,
And laugh and smile amongest the flowers,
You feel the their manes and horns,
And feel their mighty power.
When you feel you never want to leave you open your eyes to things seen,
You look around at all the bore,
You try to remember things that have been,
But your mind seems like it is being torn.
So learn this lesson for your good,
These dreams are like a song,
You listen to them as long as you could,
But you can't remember all the words for long.
Christopher Watson
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
Everyone you know does this,
and they're stuck here with us.
only the great ones go on,
when they finish their song.
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
The bells will ring,
and the chorus sing.
But it's all a dream
and nothing is what it seams.
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
When you die, you awake.
And life will be sweet as a cake.
But if your great you don't die,
You'll ascend to a greater world up high.
Jason Larson
Death March
The fallen angel walks alone, for there's no-one to stand beside her.
The fallen angel walks dark paths, for there's no-one there to guide her.
No sooner the land kissed by setting sun,
then her nightly prowl has begun.
Her quest is for gin, cards, and treasures,
scattered with a few steamy male pleasures.
But, for her, true happiness can not be found,
she runs through a storm with narry a sound.
She falls to her knees and begs to be forgiven,
to be reaccepted into the promised land of heaven.
Rain and thunder answer her pleas,
and stinging salt wind from the raging seas.
She stands and looks at the road she knows so well,
the long winding death march down the path to hell.
Raven Fallenfyre
Fallen Diamond
Oh see the pretty jewel, fallen from the sky.
Harken to her whisper, listen to her cry.
Her blackened feathers litter the ground,
as she screams without a sound.
The good, moral folks will pay her no heed,
as she cries, "A second chance is all I need!"
Oh see her tear red eyes,
gazing up at dimond studded skies.
Listen as the night is shattered by her cry.
Watch as she sits alone, contemplating why.
Raven Fallenfyre
Fallen Glory
Fallen from the skies above.
Fallen for a sinful love.
How can a kiss be such a sin?
Her old life is over, so her new must begin.
Her lips of blood, her tearstained face,
badges of her fall from grace.
She once was a beauty of sensual powers,
now she sits alone, counting the hours.
She made a mistake for which she must pay,
she feels sorrow, remorse, regret, every second, every day.
Her purity she willingly sold,
her wings of this tale told;
blacker than pitch, blacker than sin,
all because of the love she was in.
Close your eyes and lend yourself to her story.
Listen to her weep of
Fallen Glory.
Raven Fallenfyre
Once Divine
I once roamed the heavens, for they were mine.
Everything was pure and gold, for I was once divine.
I looked down upon you,
the helpless, the few.
I laughed at your sad fate,
at your wretched world of hate.
You seemed fools to lead such lives,
where nothing was pure, not even new wives.
Nothing was sacred, nothing was clean,
everything was tarnished, vulgar, and mean.
You wallowed in filth like you wallowed in sin,
I never dreamed this world I'd live in.
This sooty world is now yours and mine,
yet I still remember how I was
Once Divine.
Raven Fallenfyre
NIGHT SONG
I dream I hear you call to me
From your realm so far away.
You appear in my passing dreams
Always with your invite.
"'Come fly with me, soar as I
You who are like me.
Shed the earth-bound body you hold
And see what� can see.
You fly each night in human dreams
with the sleek body you truely own
You� taste the clouds and ecstacy
Only Dragon Kind know.
Spread your wings and launch yourself
Off your cliff of fear
Glide along hearing the Night Song
Only we can hear.'"
I lose my fear, and spread my wings
Taking off in flight
Soaring higher,� higher still
In the star lit night.
Knowing now where I belong
Among the Dragon Kind
Hearing Night Song so divine
Never to look behind.
Ky'rath DragonHeart
15 Feb. 1998
Dale Richter
about Dragons...
Where do you think the Dragon lives?
In a hall made of stone, below the high mountains?
There in the wood, cloaked with leaves?
Down by the River, enjoying some fountains?
What do you think, the Dragon desires?
Tons of gold, jewels and silver? The fair maiden, that every man admires?
The beautiful music, that makes us shiver?
So what do you think, what do you dream?
Are Dragons friendly, or evil and meen?
How can you know it without ever seen,
A Dragon itself, close to one you never been.
Markus Koenig
I took a trip through the garden
to receive the beauty surrounding
revering in the innocence
love and laughter enveloped me
as I gazed into your eyes
my teeth sunk into the forbidden fruit
extracting the honeyed nectar within
juices traveled down my mouth to my throat
meeting your tounge in a passionate embrace
together we sank to the garden floor
lost in each other and yet found forever
slowly the box is opened
now I live with pain
Cheri
Soul
When finally I brushed the last of those
bright fluffy love-clouds from my eyes,
I beheld the shrivelled, shrieking panic of your soul,
and at first recoiled in horror
at the tiny, trapped beast,
careening blindly against the walls
of knowledge and light.
Then pity overwhelmed me, and I
reached forth, soothing fingers,
crooning gently, and the
wildly flailing creature's howls
rose high, like searing flames,
scorching my hands,
forcing me to withdraw
and leave you, lost and trembling,
in the dark chaos of your own choosing.
Carolyn McDonald
Warriors Death
I live for the fight
Unable to get enough
Fight for honor and what I see as right
Make it vicious and rough
Someday it will end
I shall die
But until then
The world will hear my battle crie
When it is over and done
I will open my eyes
Watch as my lifes blood runs
Feel my soul lift to the sky
Shed not a tear for me
I will smile with my last breath
It is as I wished it to be
I died a warriors death.
Chuck 97
Sorceress
Her hair--black as a raven's breast--
mirrors the shadows resonating in her soul.
Her eyes--orbs of pure obsidian--
bespeak of mysteries more ancient than Stonehenge.
Her skin--softer than satin to the touch--
the color of the first snows on the plains of Vanaheim.
Her laughter--a haunting yet melodious tone--
echoes in triumph through the golden halls of Versailles.
Her power--mystical, mythical might--
crimson-nailed fingertips ablzae with ebon lightning
which ensnare my mind...
and send my senses tumbling into infinity.
A woman both malevolent and benevolent--
her passion composed of purest light...
her vengeance possessed of forbidding darkness.
All who dared to challenge her divine power...are no more.
I dare to challenge--
my mortal will against power incarnate...
& nbsp; &n bsp; &nb sp; I shall win.
"Never fear the blade...
& nbsp; &n bsp; save your fear
& nbsp; &n bsp; for the man who wields it.
Anthony Vasser
Soul
When finally I brushed the last of those
bright fluffy love-clouds from my eyes,
I beheld the shrivelled, shrieking panic of your soul,
and at first recoiled in horror
at the tiny, trapped beast,
careening blindly against the walls
of knowledge and light.
Then pity overwhelmed me, and I
reached forth, soothing fingers,
crooning gently, and the
wildly flailing creature's howls
rose high, like searing flames,
scorching my hands,
forcing me to withdraw
and leave you, lost and trembling,
in the dark chaos of your own choosing.
Carolyn McDonald
Boredom
bordom, it wells from deep within,
flowing through my body,
my arms,
my fingers,
and,
into my pencil,
then finally,
into this.
Shane Campbell
The Prophecies Of The Falcon
The sword of power is there,
For those who are worthy.
Many will come far and wide,
To try to win the sword.
But the sword will only be,
For he of the true blood.
Those that are not of the blood,
Shall die when they grip it.
The one who can wield the sword,
Shall summon great armies.
He shall then bind the people,
As one under his flag.
He shall then lead them to war,
Against the forces of light.
And then darkness shall rein for,
A hundred, hundred years.
There shall be one who is born,
He the Dark One shall fear.
A mark shall be on his arm,
Of a falcon in flight.
When he reaches fifteen years,
He shall go on a quest.
He shall search for and shall find,
The great staff of the gods.
With this staff he shall befriend,
The fearsome gold dragon.
With this dragon as a mount,
He shall find an army.
He shall find the greatest smith,
Who shall make him a lance.
And this lance shall be tempered,
In the fires of light.
He shall lead his great army,
Against the dark armies.
And he shall kill the Dark One,
And light shall rein again.
Richard Hodgerney Jr.
Illusions
All around are things not real,
You see unicorns, demons, and things with wings,
In your eyes they are colored blue, green, and teal,
You make yourself believe these faboulous things.
You see them gallop, run, and soar,
You walk among the things for so long have been marked unseen,
You see no unsettled scores,
You bask among all that is serene.
You ride the mythical unicorn,
And laugh and smile amongest the flowers,
You feel the their manes and horns,
And feel their mighty power.
When you feel you never want to leave you open your eyes to things seen,
You look around at all the bore,
You try to remember things that have been,
But your mind seems like it is being torn.
So learn this lesson for your good,
These dreams are like a song,
You listen to them as long as you could,
But you can't remember all the words for long.
Christopher Watson
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
Everyone you know does this,
and they're stuck here with us.
only the great ones go on,
when they finish their song.
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
The bells will ring,
and the chorus sing.
But it's all a dream
and nothing is what it seams.
Life is but a dream of reality,
when you control your own morality.
When you die, you awake.
And life will be sweet as a cake.
But if your great you don't die,
You'll ascend to a greater world up high.
Jason Larson
Death March
The fallen angel walks alone, for there's no-one to stand beside her.
The fallen angel walks dark paths, for there's no-one there to guide her.
No sooner the land kissed by setting sun,
then her nightly prowl has begun.
Her quest is for gin, cards, and treasures,
scattered with a few steamy male pleasures.
But, for her, true happiness can not be found,
she runs through a storm with narry a sound.
She falls to her knees and begs to be forgiven,
to be reaccepted into the promised land of heaven.
Rain and thunder answer her pleas,
and stinging salt wind from the raging seas.
She stands and looks at the road she knows so well,
the long winding death march down the path to hell.
Raven Fallenfyre
Fallen Diamond
Oh see the pretty jewel, fallen from the sky.
Harken to her whisper, listen to her cry.
Her blackened feathers litter the ground,
as she screams without a sound.
The good, moral folks will pay her no heed,
as she cries, "A second chance is all I need!"
Oh see her tear red eyes,
gazing up at dimond studded skies.
Listen as the night is shattered by her cry.
Watch as she sits alone, contemplating why.
Raven Fallenfyre
Fallen Glory
Fallen from the skies above.
Fallen for a sinful love.
How can a kiss be such a sin?
Her old life is over, so her new must begin.
Her lips of blood, her tearstained face,
badges of her fall from grace.
She once was a beauty of sensual powers,
now she sits alone, counting the hours.
She made a mistake for which she must pay,
she feels sorrow, remorse, regret, every second, every day.
Her purity she willingly sold,
her wings of this tale told;
blacker than pitch, blacker than sin,
all because of the love she was in.
Close your eyes and lend yourself to her story.
Listen to her weep of
Fallen Glory.
Raven Fallenfyre
Once Divine
I once roamed the heavens, for they were mine.
Everything was pure and gold, for I was once divine.
I looked down upon you,
the helpless, the few.
I laughed at your sad fate,
at your wretched world of hate.
You seemed fools to lead such lives,
where nothing was pure, not even new wives.
Nothing was sacred, nothing was clean,
everything was tarnished, vulgar, and mean.
You wallowed in filth like you wallowed in sin,
I never dreamed this world I'd live in.
This sooty world is now yours and mine,
yet I still remember how I was
Once Divine.
Raven Fallenfyre
NIGHT SONG
I dream I hear you call to me
From your realm so far away.
You appear in my passing dreams
Always with your invite.
"'Come fly with me, soar as I
You who are like me.
Shed the earth-bound body you hold And see what� can see.
You fly each night in human dreams
with the sleek body you truely own
You� taste the clouds and ecstacy
Only Dragon Kind know.
Spread your wings and launch yourself
Off your cliff of fear
Glide along hearing the Night Song
Only we can hear.'"
I lose my fear, and spread my wings
Taking off in flight
Soaring higher,� higher still
In the star lit night.
Knowing now where I belong
Among the Dragon Kind
Hearing Night Song so divine
Never to look behind.
Ky'rath DragonHeart
15 Feb. 1998
Dale Richter