Fantasy Poetry posted September 18, 2017

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A vision of what's to come

Dragon lair

by Amy Rowell

As the frigid rain ran down my face,
And howling winds whipped through my hair;
I knew I must pick up my pace,
Far, far from the dragon's lair.

This foreign land I once called home,
With all the treasures I use to hold dear,
Have only turned into ashes and bone.
Death is welcomed, there's nothing to fear...

For sunshine and rainbows are a thing of the past.
I can't make sense of this creeping gloom,
Even my happy memories are fleeting fast.
I only envision my name etched across my tomb...

I feel myself unable to cope;
I think this nightmare has no end.
Tired, weary and at the end of my rope;
I found myself awaken by a friend.

So was this all a part of a dream?
Dragon liar and the dark of the moon...
Maybe it was all in my head, or so it seemed.
Or was it a warning of things to come soon?

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