Come dragonslayer, sword in hand
The white billowing fields call
Verdant hills across azure land
Be prepared, do not fall.
The clouds are black here
The misery is deep
Love yourself,
You approach the soul’s keep.
The crimson lightning strikes the sky
The end of the world is nigh
The dragon lashes, the beast strikes
Swing your sword with all your might.
A rain falls suddenly, like chromatic sand
Volpant crystals, nezerinian gems, gazerbanian bjands.
Things are stranger in this distant land.
You’ve reached the other side, you’ve done it, you’ve won.
And yet little dragonslayer, your journey has just begun.
Jim, this is such a powerful poem. Your word choices are so creative and unique. Your younger self must have been so strong! Even though it can take time to build up courage and strength like you are describing, you did it and I could not be more proud of you for that. I enjoyed your poem. Keep up the great work. ♥