Sunday, 22 June 2014

World's End

How To Train Your Dragon 2 comes out in about a month. This poem is based vaguely on that I suppose, as much as you can base anything on something you haven't seen.

I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope I can post things a little more frequently.

World’s End

In a harsh and snowy wilderness
At the end of a polar sea
Where the hand of justice pauses
When its fingers make out me

Where dragons ruled the thundery skies
And caused the waves to flee
Sent trembling back to safer shores
With a warmer history

And the dragons flew and tumbled
In a playful joyous spree
So raw and wild that not a thing
Could ever seem more free

But the hand of justice pauses
And the dragons couldn’t see
That the trap would be so friendly
That the friend they had was me


And now I roam the snowy wastes
And the cage of silence has no key
There is no justice
Just ice
And loneliness

And me

2 comments:

  1. I loved this poem Octa. Fantastic and beautiful, you painted a picture for me with your words. I could sense the wonder of seeing dragons then feel the emptiness when they were gone. Wonderful, beautiful, and sad this is another favorite of mine.
    *hugs*
    Thanks for posting this.

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  2. this poem is very lovely in its sadness. as kallie said, the image you created is vivid and powerful. you created such an amazing landscape threaded with fantastic emotion. i really love this poem!!

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