I've been working on this poem for over 2 years.  I finally finished it today.

 

The wizard Dragon Siridias

by Milton H. Peebles, III

 

Born beautiful white with Silver claws, horns and wings    

And most unusual were his bright sky blue eyes        

Eyes seen most easily in the deepest dark night

And with those bright blue eyes was a mind quick and wise

 

The Women of the Wylde came and offered their ways  

For they knew he would one day be a great legend

Teaching this young small dragon with bright sky blue eyes   

Giving him the unknown for his wise mind to tend

 

The young small dragon learned well the wizarding ways   

But yet so playful he was in his youngling years     

And so he flew and chased a butterfly one day        

Crossing miles and mountains away without his fears    

 

Till he found himself in a place far from his home   

Strange it was that the people did not notice him    

They walked in many straight lines carrying large stones    

Children and all with faces desolate and grim    

 

Puzzled and perplexed he tried to awaken them    

But only a moment of surprise did they show   

Enslaved to an unknown power they just walked on    

Saddened he cried and gave out such a great loud woe    

 

His cry soon answered by a blackness oozing up   

From the cracks in the ground it gathered on a stone    

Attacking and wounding the young silver dragon    

And in that first strike his left sky blue eye was gone    

 

Never knowing or facing such evil before

Siridias tried spells and attacks of great force

A battle back and forth destroying all around

Yet the dragon did not harm this dark shapeless force

 

Wings in tatters and body very deeply scarred

The bleeding white wizard dragon took one last stand

In his right claw a small smooth dark stone was then thrown

In left claw a crystal through which a spell did band

 

Siridias did spin these together with fire

Stone, spell and dragon fire did blend and strike the foe

An explosion of eerie sounds and blind darkness

Leaving a tattered bleeding dragon in moons glow

 

Siridias was found and brought home days later

Months healing he laid under the lair of Stohyer

Once he rose and stood again before his people

Even though he was completely healed all over

 

 The other dragons and people gasped in horror

All his wounds had healed back a dark sickening black

Siridias weeped as he saw how they acted

Closing eyes he was like a silent maniac

 

Then standing and spreading his wings for all to see

Siridias the wise spoke with such great fervor

“Look not my body, for one day shall fall as dust.

But look to my heart, for it can shine forever."

 

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