Tears of the dragons
Rain of fire
Like burning stars
On a moonless night
Eyes glowing bright
Pearls in the mist
The only warning of
Wings on the wind
Purified by flames
The village burns
Life stopped by a wall
Of Hell’s wind.
Tomorrow’s hope
Fails to appear
On sword’s point
Rides our fears.
What they leave
In their wake
Is far worse than
What they take
©June 12, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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