When a Dragon Goes to War

Have I ever told you

What it’s like to hear a dragon’s roar?

Or have I ever told you

What it’s like when a dragon goes to war?

Listen close now,

And do not shrink away or quail

As no man but me

Has lived to tell this tale

The night started out

Much the same as this one

Crisp autumn in the air

And mountains hiding the sun

I saw the stars

Just once that night, before

All fire and brimstone

Rained as the dragons went to war

You’ve never known fire

Till you see it’s wailing spears

Flashing through the sky

As the dragons begin to appear

Claws for swords

And walls of streaking fire for shields

With mighty wings they beat

Fighting, sailing o’er our fields

Raining ashes falling down

The sky shredded by their roars

Fire and pain, smoke and flame

Oh, when a dragon goes to war.

So remember this, children

For this isn’t just useless lore

You may find yourselves in the middle

Of a dragons when they go to war

'Fraid this is the last post for a week or two, as I'll be travelling for a while. I thought I would put this new poem up while I have some down time (just had two baby molars pulled--super uncomfortable.) 

Anyways, y'all have an awesome Thanksgiving!

Happy happy turkey,

~The Scribbler in the Attic