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The rider stands upon the hill,
Remembering the light,
Within the dragonís fiery eyes,
The beating of her wings.

He stumbles down to the village,
Ashamed she cannot come,
And tries to give her images,
Of the place he once did dwell.

The snow is deep and cold,
As it seeps into his boots,
Like the memories of his lover,
The woman that he left.

He staggers through the streets,
Searching for her home,
Unaware of the chill,
Or the longing of his soul.

The snow begins to fall again,
And everything is white,
The children quickly disappear,
Leaving him alone.

He finally finds her fatherís house,
And knocks gently on the door,
She is not home this night,
The young woman has been wed.

The streets are black,
As is his heart,
As he trudges back to the gate,
Ignoring the dragonís comfort.

He is stopped by the uniformed man,
And threatened with a sword,
Before he can do a single thing,
The steelís within his heart.

The rider slumps and dies,
Even with the dragonís love,
And the ranks of his kind die,
For he was the last of them all.

The dragon spreads her golden wings,
Basks in the light of dawn,
A glittering light upon her scales,
That calls to the unwary.

Her head is raised to the mountaintops,
As she saunters from her lair,
Her heart alive with a burning want,
For what she does not know.

The landscape slides beneath her now,
A blur of brown and white,
And she remembers the friend long lost,
The aching of her wounded heart.

Her cry echoes in the valleys,
An awful, mournful sound,
The ground rushes up to meet her,
Solid reassurance.

The light is hidden by the clouds,
She curls into herself,
A gentle rain falls to her wings,
Their golden light extinguished.

Her tears, those golden pearls,
Fall upon the moss,
And any life the water dost touch,
Is strangled with her loss.

The hunters now approach her,
Weapons in their hands,
She lies still on the deadened moss,
Glad to give them a kill.

Her eyes grow dim at last,
The fire leaves her soul,
And finally she is at peace,
With her beloved once again.

The dragon no more will spread her wings,
Nor call upon the dawn,
For the humans were afraid of her,
And now her kind is gone.
Two poems: one from the view of the dragon rider and one from the dragon years later. Kind of depressing actually...
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ElianShurtugal Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012
...a gold dragon..? Kinda reminds me of mine.... A sad, sad story....
pokemonlover111 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2011
i am now addicted to your poem
pokemonlover111 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2011
this is making me cry. 5/5
PHOBERSON Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
i love your poem its sad and touching. grate job
dragonfhain Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2011
Thank you :)
PHOBERSON Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
frozenfire100 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2010
better to have loved and lost than to not loved at all.....nice poem
fangirl112 Featured By Owner May 18, 2010
i thought it was good i love the way it flows
dragonfhain Featured By Owner May 19, 2010
Thank you
fangirl112 Featured By Owner May 19, 2010
your welcome
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