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The Laidly Wyrm

Poetry By: jsa62fl

Dragon Poetry

Submitted:Sep 28, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

The Laidly Wyrm

by J. A Stevens


The Laidly Wyrm came to Brighton Wood

To celebrate her hatchling day

Eleven centuries old she was

On this the twelfth of may

She'd left her lofty mountain home

Forsook her prodigious hoard

Unfurled her colossal beating wings

As into the air she soared

She'd traveled far o'er countless leagues

Through the corridors of the sky

To see the vivid greens and golds

Once more ere she did die

For aged she was and well matured

and much somnolent waxed

The fires within her now grew cold

And her mighty strength was taxed

For untold years did heros contest

The bane of many a foe

They'd sought her out to prove their worth

And she'd brought them all to woe 


But her battles were now at an end

She felt her ruin draw nigh

She longed to sleep upon the grass

Under the sun filled sky

She rested there in Brighton Wood

Under its sunny beams

And slept the sleep we all must face

The sleep of endless dreams

(28 lines)


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