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Poetry By: Philip Roberts

The last of my 7 dragon poems.

Submitted:Feb 2, 2011    Reads: 40    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

In ancient forts
Sleeping dragons lie in wait,
For unwary callers.

Digging deep in ancient forts;
Stumble onto death.

A sleeping dragon
Awakened by the digging,
Rears up to attack.

Men and women scream
Horror come to life again,
After sleeping aeons.

Terrified they flee
Hoping to outrun the death,
Baring down on them.

A dragon breaths fire
Charring the fleeing humans,
Into living toast.

Nine people now dead
Ten others still fleeing death,
Only feet behind.

Trespassers fleeing
As fiery death whooshes out,
Killing one by one.

Twelve dead then fifteen
The last few on the brink now,
Of lethal collapse.

A woken dragon
Pursues trespassers for miles,
Till slowly turning:

Beneath ancient forts
Sleeping dragons lie again;
Guarding ancient lore.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia


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