The Dragon Series

#1
The Remains

And by the time I realize how badly I've screwed it all up, its too late.

Too late, because the day has passed, its already twilight.
Too late, because now what will follow is darkness of the night.
Too late for the weak, dejected dragon to use his dying might.
Too late, as he has fallen too low to climb up the scary hieght.
Too late to look forward in the hope of something bright.
Too late even to turn back and try to set things right.
Too late to gather enough courage to put up this last fight.
Too late to come out of the numbing pain from the shackles that bind him tight.

The dying dragon now waits in the dungeons, hope hopen for the warmth of light.
The dying dragon remains in torture and thinks of what remains...

What remains is a rising guilt, for what he did wasn't right.
What remains is half-hearted sympathy at the poor soul's plight.
What remain are the distant groans of buried-alive pleasure and delight.
What remains is the constant fear:
Will he be able to knock at the Gates of Success,
because the path ahead is too demanding and the gates are out of sight.



#2
Rise and Shine

O Dragon,
Rise and Shine.

Rise. Steady, Slow.
you still have the power to grow
deep down 'they all' opine.

Shine. Glow.
of all, 'You' must know
you have within you
beauty divine.



#3
Unsounded Wails

Wandering, wondering
Skeptical, straying
Always betraying
Its own thoughts
Its treasured desires
Buried inside
Alone in the corner
It struggled; it cried
The mighty dragon
Could not confide
Its dreams; its hopes
Bounded tight
By mightier ropes
Ignorant of the
Power each one owned
It sat there watching
While the others honed
Grieving, heaving
It sometimes did try
To breakaway
But left midway
It was too shy
Haunted by the dreary dark
Held captive by its
unsoundable screams
And so a withered
Dragon lies among
Frayed ropes and bruised dreams
Waiting in pain till it rots by bit
Surrenders and dies young



#4
Athirst for Warmth


In stifling air
as it gasped
for breath
it saw it was just
benumbed from pain
not yet dead

And so it lay there
once again
Emotions dried
the darkness filled the
Void inside
Its thirst got quenched
From the tears it cried

But its hunger
Lingered on
For the light that crept in
At the break of dawn
And healed its
Bleeding flesh and bruise
Its wounds were tender
Painful, sore
It yearned for the light
Often, more

This restless yearning
Too long a wait
More anguish of mind
Than of physical state

Thats when its
Anger and fury peaked
Encaged, enraged
Vengeance it wreaked
overpowering
the numbing fear
It broke away
From the dungeon drear

Beating, defeating
The guilt, disdain
The mighty dragon
Rose again

In wrath, it exhaled
the fiery fire
intense, ablaze
with passion, with desire
its eyes
penetrating, sharp and still
stirring fright
a mere look could kill
its muscles burnt with
venomous hate
wings flapped wildly
toughened by the long wait

with mad ambition
dominance, decision
unparalleled strength
and fierce precision
a strong will
and stronger might
it readied itself for
The Last Fight



#5
A Truth Unavowed

~
Beating, defeating
the guilt, disdain
Will the Eagle,
ever, soar again?

~
There it stood with eyes full of hope,
longing, belonging, heart ajar
Why did it forget it is but a Dragon
lonesome, bereft, scared, far

For
Eagles don't flock
and Dragons don't melt
Or perhaps they do
But you'll
never get to see
~
An Eagle's pain.
~
A Dragon's scar.



#6
Rising from the Remains

Dormant.
Distracted.
Distraught.
Disordered.
Dismayed.
Disconcerted.
Dubious.
For too long.
Far too long.

The Dragon.
Impassioned again,
is rising.
Determined.

Rising.
Raging.
Restless.
Roaring.
Readying.

Slow and steady.
Rising from the remains.

For the path ahead may be
too demanding,
but the gates are back in sight.