The Dragon soars once more,freed by the greed of those with no need,
peaceful prosperity yields way to Horror's rancor.
The savage swoops o'er stoops and through peach basket hoops
preying upon peasants; man, woman or child.
Torn like a thorn by tarragon with horn,
forlorn families mourn through their scorn
tormented by scaly winged serpent so wild.
Idle slaves hoist their glaives with raves
against wyvern parlayed by pampered knaves.
How to conquer? How to defeat?
What treasure laid at monster's feet
will alleviate appetite with allure so sweet?
None knows what it is that eases the throes
of those dying horribly from basilisk blows.
But As hydra haunts, and future daunts
the heroes survive by delaying their wants.
And as behemoth retreats to rest from it's feats
I implore, you do not find the fiend at fault
instead chastise those with the keys to It's vault,
Instead buy up their lands while their blood's in the streets.
5 comments:
So very much enjoyed this poem. Loved all the alliteration.
Funny, I've always wanted to be parlayed by pampered knaves too!
Nicely done.
OK, you know I suck at writing/reading poetry, so when I say this, don't laugh (or be insulted), OK? But when I read it, I had visions of George Bush flying home. Am I a complete idiot?
No, you are not a complete idiot.
The dragon is actually a symbol of the recession we find occuring now.
You're way too good at this!
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