The Dragons
The Dragons of my mind are
slender, eloquent beings
Full of wisdom, great sorrow,
and even greater joy
They perform in the most
courteous manner
As though to the courtly
graces born
Yet their ferocity cannot
be denied
When the wings of change
sweep them before the storm
Scattering their wisdom upon
the winds of Chance
And their cries and rumblings
are mighty things
Which make the listener dread
with tremblings and moans
Or uplift to the vaulted skies above
depending upon their view
But most of the Dragons of my mind
are a comfort and friends
For though some say they never were
yet, in me, they always will be
©1982 Quelonzia Stormdancer/Terry Dean