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Dragon Child Part I
Bearing down
The parched lips of my earth
My Queen
Purse slightly
Begging of liquid
The plea is unheard
Burning within a lake of fire
The arms, the hands
They are consumed
The screams echo throughout
Valleys tremble
Soil and stone shaken loose
Dust settles at the crest
Obscuring the face
Within the fire
Only the eyes burn brighter
Volumes are spoken within
Power of the ancients is called
With slitted eyes
She breaks away
Seething rage
Rips away the ash
Life scurries hurriedly
The enemy cowers in fear
Mother lives
Queen is born
Wing to foot
All bow to her presence
Turning to the Kingdom
She towers above Candlekind
Protecting child
Weight of her eyes
Felt throughout the region
Her fury burning the treetops
Heat of the darkest depths
Boiling the waters
Scourging crops
Sending the people into a frenzy
Calling for her death
One must step forth
The king bows his head
Shamed by his fear
Knowing the lore
The gods await
His son looks away
Through the window
Where light still has a home
And sees the future
As if happening before him
To save face and family name
Honor
Pride of his centuries
Calling to him, firing his blood
Donning thin plate
Blessed by court mages
Father looks on, son looks down
Drawing his wicked
Steel glinting boldly
Prepares himself mentally
Mounting muscle-hewn steed
Riding with purpose
The hope of the people
The pride of the King
Into blackened summer sky
Brilliant silver and gold
Against the dankest of backdrops
Dust behind him
Death before him
Glory surrounds
Kissing him madly
Throes of expectations
Tempered by knowing
Absence of life disconcerting
Vow to replenish, to rebuild
His inheritance in his own hand
It should be no other way
Smoke envelopes him
As he passes from light to dark
Misted ash falling from his armor
Sword raised high
The scream of a thousand warriors
Bellows forth from the royal mouth
Dragon eyes scan the black horizon
Expecting the armies of the king
Snorting in disgust at the lone man
Riding furiously from the distance
Cast of mages skirt the perimeter
Fearful for their master’s life
Suspicious their magic is insufficient
The power of White Candle not called
For so very long
Recent memories fail
Fright clouds mind
Yet the candle burns
Sending symphony
Blending the voice of the Royal Saviour
The circle of magic hints at memory
Dragon Queen hesitates
Fear of her own nipping her fire
Memories of the ancient ways
Envelope her fury
Quell the deep fires
Look at the screaming madman
Cresting the hilltop
Sword raised with the expectation
Of her spilt blood
The annals of Draconian fill her mind
The art of Krylindia paralyzes her
Massive frame, if for a moment
She turns to her son
Peering from the mouth of the cave
Warning to stay within
To escape if harm comes her way
The mouth of the mountain
Shall beckon
Roaring fire at her death
Ride that flame to safety
Seek thy father
The smallish dragon nods
Fear-stricken
Crawling back into the darkness
Only his eyes visible in the black
Seeing mother rear up
Wings spread, bellowing bravery
And the horseman spurs forward
Thick clouds billowing behind
Flashes and claps resounding
In time with the horse’s pace
Chanting of mages harmonize symphony
Burning the Candle brighter
Eating into the darkness
Illuminating her monstrosity
Gold-encrusted scales
Layered about her thick chest and torso
Three pronged tail with protruding spikes
Sharpened horns running the spine
Claws longer than a man
Hooked viciously
Long, bony, beautiful wings
Strewn with jewels
Leathery skin about them
Attached to her long graceful neck
Supportive of the royal head
Emerald eyes, long flared snout
Sword-like horns
Decorating the perimeter of her skull
Each tipped in diamond
Forked tongue to control her fire
Massive jaws lined with equal fangs
For a moment, mages and horseman
Hesitate, awestruck at her majesty
Framed by the smoking, black Mountain behind her
The candle lowers
Symphony pauses
From the castle of the King
Scribes study furiously
Trying to understand
What is her significance
Why now
The alignment of the heavens
Curse of the gods
Nature’s disaster
First born, only son at risk
With the music stopped
One sees
Clutching his hair with surprise
Wonderment
For clearly stated are the bloodlines
The King nods understanding
Silencing his servant
Let the drama play
Tear in eyes
His end is near
Hope for his kingdom
His son
Clutching his wife
They drink
The cup of their ancestors
Spirit mixing with blood
They splay over the family crescent
Wrapped within each other’s arms
To make love one last time
Smile of the gods purging their fear
The heat of their passion
Cooling as they expire
Lifting her soul to the platinum throne
Warmed by the light of the White Candle
Where she awaits her husband
The king has one last responsibility
Only possible in death
The hands of his gods
Lead him
His son awaits at the peak
The last hilltop before the clash
Horse stamping at blackened ground
Hooves cracking the surrounding earth
Symphony begins again
Chant of mages mixing
With the roar of the dragon
Her eyes wide with anticipation, fear
The legend lives
Writ of the prophets
Demanding satisfaction
She stands again
Tall and proud
Releasing streams of fire
Warning the royal her death
Will come at a heavy price
Prince nods his understanding
Watching her vertical ascent
Top of the heavens caress her wings
Clouds parting
Allowing passage and vision
The descent begins
Winds swirling behind
Mount rears one last time
Echoing his master’s impatience
Music and chant building a mighty crescendo
Lightning from above illuminating
Glowing prey
Soul of the father
And all ancestors before
Jolt his body
As the hands of the gods
Place within him
The heart and history of the kingdom
Pieces of his father’s soul
Meshing with his
Ancestors taking their place within him
Clasping hands
They bear down on his mind
Showing him the way of the ancients
The time of dragon rule
To man’s dominance
When the winged creatures helped man
To rule nature and himself justly
Displaying the true royalty
Of a time when man and dragon
Oversaw the same throne
Brood of the Draconian line
Flame of the White Candle
Kept alive by their love
Their children
Now the time has come again
When both shall entwine
A time when death is imminent
Or through faith and trust
A great love shall be born
The candle shall burn brightest
Warming the land, the crops
The people
Engendering a millennium of peace
Through a time of war
Where the Dark Candle
Shall come to light
In a haze of red
Silhouetted by the crest of al-Ahkbar
Dragon son of the last male
At these crossroads does prophecy end
It is yours to write my son
Tears streaming his face
Understanding flows through him
The dreams of his blood
Flooding his heart
He drops his steel to the ground
Raising his arms as if to embrace
The screaming death
Plunging towards him
Father is lifted to his rightful place
Next to Queen
Embraced by the gods
He has done well
Honorably
Having earned the respect of his peers
Throughout the land and the heavens
Now he watches his son
Hears him voice the words
Draconian writ, Draconian Lore
Sacrificial in his pose
Mount steady
Pointed death approaching
She is confused
Images of Krylindia haunt her
His posture disarming
Sword on the ground
The music touching her
Chants pulsing her ears
Stroking her memories
And she remembers
*******
Dragon Child Part II
Slowing her descent to a flapping hover
She eyes the Prince Knight warily
She circles him slowly
Small flames burning the air
Reaching down he grabs his sword
Nostrils flaring she heats the ground
Unfazed he holds it by the blade
Showing the hilt, opening his trust
Her eyes soften
Her heart begins to blossom
Their love has just begun
He smiles with this knowing
As does father and those about him
The lore weaves its web
Engaging them both
The candle throws its light
Kingdom sees them clearly
She takes hold of the sword
Righting it
Handing the hilt to him
A king should not be without weapon
He smiles further at this
A king should also not be without Queen
I am Dranithia of Draconia
And you are my King
With this, she lands softly, next to him
Wings outstretched, eyes never leaving him
Chanting the words of Arivel
Last of the human Dragon Queens
Images and words become her
Leaving a golden-haired beauty
Of unequaled shape and form
Voice of bells and running streams
Skin of purest milk
Eyes of greenest leaf
Mother Earth embodied
Arms reach out to receive lover
White Magic shall touch the Light
The Dark rears its ugly face
Anticipation of this calamity
Besieging its ire
Firing its wrath
Their embrace shatters the existing light
Devouring it temporarily
Imbuing the land with its intensity
The new light shedding growth upon it
Tree and plant
Animal and offspring
Benefiting of its nourishment
Waking the black clouds
Parting for golden rain
Wetting but not drenching
And the kingdom rejoices
The voice of their new Queen
Lifting their spirits
She sings the songs of Arivel
Their image together reflecting in the lakes
This is a new age
Only those in the Heavens know better
King and Queen of old
Grasp each other's hand
Knowing the truest test awaits their son
Newly crowned King of the White Candle
Katarian el Kabar
For the Dragon of the Dark
Will amass the largest force
Seen within known history
All shall suffer through the Kingdom
Begging the question
Whose light shall shadow the Land
The face and form of al Ahkbar
Silhouettes that of new King & Queen
In the mirrors of the lakes
And the bowl of the sky
Blinded by the Light
Son of the Dragon Queen
Sees not his mother
Only that of a human female
Thinking her vanquished
Takes wing
To the heart of the mountains
Soaring through fiery columns
To the south
Where father awaits
Tasting of vengeance
Knowing he yet too young
But a time will come
May it arrive soon
His flight is witnessed by many
Crossing the image of his Father
Heading to the Mountains of Xylanaxia
The winds moan their grief
As the light tempers itself
King & Dragon Queen
Hold one another
Relishing within their dream
Withholding the nightmare that awaits
Falling to the bedded lawn
Loving one another
To the heartbeat of the land
Good light pressing the dark
Screams of revenge
Emanate the southern regions
As the seed of the kingdom passes
Passion of the Queen
Gripping her former mate
Shredding black heart
His love
His adoration
Mired, poisoned by his rage
For what will a dragon not do for love
Envy not a man who has never loved
For that one has not known
The tearing of the heart
To be ripped asunder in the anguish
Of such despair
The winds echo his screams
The waters run from his stream
Of poisoned tears
And he bellows
With the force of his ancestors
Calling to his allies
Banding whole
Massing at the mouth
Of the Dreggian River
Where they drink
Of the master’s blood
Eating the flesh of young maidens
Reveling in their debauchery
Reliving the darkest age
Of al Ahkbar’s ancestors
His massive form
Shadowing the south
His minions
Holding forth cups in salute
The Dark One
Shall be victorious
The gift of his love
Not to be discarded lightly
For that of human royalty
Damn the legends of Arivel
The lore of Draconian
Shall come to bear
On those of White Candle
And the people of Arinathal
Seas surge and fall again
The winds carry
The celebration of the Dark
The waters are polluted
Making their way to Lake Arina
Life Waters of Arinathal
That which tempers
The Flame of White Candle
And the heavens weep
Tears of the Ladies unstopped
Wrath of the Lords thundering
Their blades in heaven drawn
Beseeching the Dark Dragon
Stay thy fury
Spare the Land
The laughter of Al Ahkbar
Resounding in their ears
Presenting his under belly
To the sky
I dare your heavens to strike me
Allow my blood to wash the lands
Nay, I beseech thee
Slice me wide
Allow my offspring to germinate
Within every woman of the Kingdom
Then shall you and yours know
True sorrow
The Lords sheathe swords as one
Knowing the lore
Only human hand
May blight Dark Candle
Or might the blood of both kind
Mingle to the benefit of evil
Then shall our age end
Our history meaningless
Allow the course to be driven
Only by human hand
Laughter once again
Blood taints their vision
Banding together
All energies are focused
Katarian hears them gently
Pushing his Queen away
Both flush with their love
The voice of al Ahkbar threatening
To drown the symphony
Of the Candle
And the song of the Lords
Is joined by that of the Ladies
Punishing al Ahkbar
Spinning in flight
Dizzied by the moment
Strength of the Light
The face of Katarian haunting him
Dragon song of his Queen
Punishing him further
Dragging him down
To the hardened earth
The gods lean forward
With anticipation
Think Katarian
Doom him now
Thy strength is great
Drag him to the Lake of Fires
Burn his corpse
Beyond Hell’s gate
The black dragon flaps useless wings
As Katarian pushes mightily
Force of the candle lifting him
Dragon song winging
His heavily muscled structure
Blood of his queen
Now his own
Taking the air beneath his wings
Sword drawn
Intent on taking the head
The dark one shall not harm
That which is his own
Alas, he sees not Dragon son
Crashing into his back
As sword arm falls
Missing by hairsbreadth
He spins to attack
To see son of the dragon
Help Father right himself
The Dark one stares deeply at Katarian
Soul searching soul
Of equal strength
Of equal resolve
They nod
Tantamount to respect
The wordless challenge heard throughout
Kingdom and Heavens
People bowing their heads with grief
The gods nod in agreement
Hope of the vanquished struggle
Torn from their dreams
Lord and Lady of old
Hear the command
As it shall be
The twain
Must clash amongst the people
The Great Purge shall commence
Son shall meet son
May our daughters be protected
The seed of the Dark
Must never touch their womb
For then
Shall we blight the Land
Rather than allow
The age of the Dark Dragon begin
As it shall be
It shall never be
*******
Dragon Child Part III
Of great love
Is born a daughter Kalandra
Fair and true to mother
Strong with the power of the Land
Seen in eyes of gold
Whitish aura surrounding child
Cries of the child
Like a wailing wind
A wind that torments Al Ahkbar
As they blow from the North
Fresh with the Light
Tears of the child
Feed the rivers
Purifying his poison
Weakening his troops
Calling to question
His ability to overthrow Katarian
His will to rule Arinathal
Many the carcasses of his dissenters
Line the mouth of the Dreggian river
The mumbling ceases
Yet, the power of the White Candle strengthens
As the life of Kalandra lengthens
She becomes one with the Light
One with her lore
Her ancestry
Through her
The heavens guide
Katarian and Dranithia
To rule and protect
Fostering the love
And the loyalty of the people
Men throughout the region
Heed the call of their King
Proud to serve
Willing to train
Anticipation of battle whetting their senses
Katarian walks among them
Sharing his experience
His touch
Each man flush
With his intense power
Shadow of his Queen
Cools their impatience
Relaying the strengths and weaknesses
Of their enemy
Her wisdom lending them
Necessary maturity
Her beauty must never be tarnished
The ugliness of al Ahkbar
Shall not prevail
Yet he mounts the women of his domain
Searching for those that can
Breed him a son
Throwing the useless to his minions
To do with as they please
Protecting those who
Swell with child
News of this reaches Katarian
Calling for a council of war
Between himself and the Dark one
The dismay of the High Council
Is echoed by the Mages of the Candle
Dranithia consults the Book of the Lore
To see the words fade
As she opens the cover
Voice of his father reminds
It is yours to write my son
Kalandra’s distress evident
She whisper to the Flame
Hearing only the wind
Causing her screams
To bounce among the castle parapets
Begging she pleads to her father
Who holds her
As if for the last time
There shall be war among the people
Or between ourselves
Sparing the lives of all within the Kingdom
I choose the latter
With a kiss upon the brow
He turns to leave
Dranithia catches him
Speaking of al Ahkbar’s need
His plate of vengeance is enormous
Ambition boundless
Tread carefully my husband
She watches with brimming eyes
As her King and escorts
Vanish into the Arinithian Forest
Heading south
To the Circle of Eldrick
Where magic is made useless
Absorbed by Elven elders
Allowing a fair meeting of mind and body
Her heart heavy with worry
Knowing full well
The treachery of her former mate
She turns to face Kalandra
Who enters the open embrace
Crying the tears of a child
Longing to hear father’s voice
Forgetful she is heir to the Kingdom
Last of her dragon-kind
The power of Arivel unleashed within her
She looks to the sky
Begging askance of the Lords & Ladies
Why this silence?
When I need you most
Sensing before seeing the grey mist
Rolling over the forest tops
Pushing the Light away
Creeping into every window and open door
Clouding the minds of the people
Dranithia warns her daughter
Take wing
Fly to the Circle
This reeks of Ahkbar
With a look of knowing
No hint of argument
She heeds the command
Flying south
She witnesses the soldiers
Laying weapon down
Overcome with sleep
Visions of the Dark dragon
Wooing their lust
Sipping at their ambition
Stunned by this turn
Her eyes misting with enraged tears
She does not see al Ahkbar and his son
As they swoop from above and below
Come, my child, meet your brethren
Khabar, last of the male Draconian line
As are you the last female
Together shall you usher in
The Final Rule of the Dragon
And your progeny shall reign forever more
Struggling within the arms his son
She spits at him
Coldly stating never
Never shall she succumb
Never shall she mate
Never shall she bear child
For this sin against our Land
Better to ripped in twain
And spare the frustration
Khabar’s hands caress her breasts
As the Dark Dragon smiles
Then you shall know the meaning of pain
Suffer the people your father cherishes
Suffer the humiliation of your mother groveling
Begging like a whore to be mounted
And mount her I will
As will her son
She steels herself against the images
He thrusts at her
Seeing clearly his intent
Knowing that death is the only choice
As she reels with this acceptance
Her mother is dragged from the Castle
Bound like a slave
Brought to the foot of the Dragon
She killed many sire
But I present Queen Dranithia
The guards and commander step away
Ahkbar leans into her face
Your husband is a fool
Worrying over other’s daughters
When his own is the true prize
As with her daughter
She sees the mind of al Ahkbar
Knowing the her husband must prevail
Or all is lost
The gods will blight the land
Better for her and Kalandra to die
Let the men fight their useless war
Meaningless without the hope of a female
The humans shall survive
And the Lore will die
Let the
Flame perish
Better this than the Great Blight
And the Gods bow with respect
Nodding their agreement
Final in their resolve
True to the Lore
Kalandra hears the nodding of the gods
Ensnared within al Ahkbar’s trap
She rages against the nettings that bind
Calling upon her powers of the land
The grey mist clearing about her
Staring intently at the Dragon
Who smiles the smile of victory
Prize caught
His son shall mate her
Bearing the line of the new Draconians
And for a single moment
He revels
Dreaming his success
His stamp upon the Lore
But he is unaware
The Elven guard is warned
The distress of the Land caused by Kalandra
Shivering their spines
Calling Centaurian mounts
They ride with fury to Katarian
Meeting him before the Circle
Treachery is afoot
Their respect for him
Flooding his spirit
Fear for his wife and daughter
Tempered by the needed safety of the Flame
Turning towards White Candle
He screams warning of the danger sensed
Drawing his steel
He issues commands
For the forest reeks of death
As the minions of al Ahkbar
Stream towards his contingent
Mages call forth shields of protection
Elves and centaurs pulling bow
Katarian’s motion unstopped
Mowing down one after another
Elite guard rising to the battle
Inspired
By their King’s awesome display
Blood of their enemy
Painting red the forest floor
Body streaked with sweat and blood
Katarian spies the lead commander
Hacking his way towards him
Who kneels shamefully
Begging of mercy
The King looks to his guard
Seeing the eyes of men, elves and centaur alike
Open wide with surprise
As he takes the head with a mighty blow
For now the Kingdom knows
As the blood of the fallen leader
Washes their feet
None shall threaten this man
None shall threaten this land
Never shall the Flame be extinguished
His warning to al Ahkbar roaring
Across the winds to the North
Setting fire to the mind of the Dark Dragon
Sent reeling with the force of the pain
Knowing now that the struggle’s peak
Is at hand
He turns to the Castle
Wings unfurled, teeth bared
Fire streaming forth
Issuing warning to his former mate
He will use her and daughter
Against the human king
To break his will
Erode his resolve
His smile returns
As the Queen struggles weakly
Her fire exhausted
Her limbs useless
She seems broken
Head lolling to one side
Her bright markings
A stark contrast to the grayed land
As she Quietly awaits
The scales to tip
One way or another
Even the gods purse their lips
With bated breath
At the outcome of the struggle
Reluctant to act upon the Lore
But firm in their resolve
The Great Blight is at hand
They turn their eyes to Katarian
Whose head cocks sideways
As if listening to a distant sound
Finally nodding his head in agreement
He turns to his warriors
Making clear the intentions of their enemy
Mapping a plan for them and himself
And they realize
With sorrow in their hearts
That Katarian holds only
His queen and his kingdom above death
Not himself
With this knowing they stiffen their spines
As one
Screaming their loyalty
Their own resolve to protect
Their willingness to die
For King and Queen
For the Flame and the Land
Sword and bow raised in testament
Their purity of heart
Lightens the spirit of the heavens
Laying their smile upon them
Katarian flushes with their favor
Releasing his wings
Tears of pride tracing
The contours of his body
Tense with myriad emotions
As he raises his own sword
Staring at all men directly
He nods to one and all
Taking flight to the North
To his Queen
To his daughter
Who sees what her father sees
Through his eyes
She witnesses his love of the Land
His love of the people
Who rush out of their homes
Waving
Professing their own love
Pressing him with encouragement
They are tired of the wicked dreams
Forced upon them by the Dragon
Katarian spurs forward
Calling ahead to the Dark One
Daring al Ahkbar to meet him
To battle him close
No need for the soldiers of both camps
Opening wide the eyes of the Dragon
Surprise at the audacity of the human
Hesitant at the unknown
Sensed by the men around him
Known by Kalandra
Who screams of al Ahkbar’s fear
Struck down by Khabar
Who relishes images of her
In a similar pose
Upon his bed
Pleading for his lust
The men eye their leader warily
Again, questioning his right
Not willing to lose more
He quells his anger and his fear
Scanning his armies
Commanding
With a bow of obedience
He flies vertical to meet the King
To crush him swiftly
His soldiers taking heart
Moving northward
Advancing upon the Circle
Preparing to meet the onslaught
Katarian’s men pressing forward
Efficient of pace
Heavy of heart
The image of their King
Massive against the blackened sky
Wings unfurled
Roaring his protection
An image
As one
They wish to see again
*******
Dragon Child Part IV
The dragons hurtle at one another
Swords drawn
Voices suddenly quiet
The only sound
The rush and the beat
Of mighty wings
Slapping the air
Fear does not exist
Only intent
From below
Khabar is amazed
At Katarian’s transformation
Realizing the blood of the Queen
His mother
And its effect upon him
The men look up
Seeing the two shapes closing
The gods and elders look down
Cupping their hands around the Flame
To protect it
For the clash of the dragons
Shakes the firmament
Dropping the sky
Lightning flashing in a sphere about them
And the heavens drop
As the tears of the gods
Fall from the sky
Putting out the fires
And the men that they alit
The soldiers scatter
Leaving the Dragon women
Stunned and alone
Kalandra sees the advance
Of the Elven guard
Sees with her mind’s eye
The Lords above
Protecting the Flame
Trembling with fear of the Blight
Through her father’s eyes
The beauty and ferocity
Of al Ahkbar, the Dark
As one do all stare
At the War of the Land
The calamitous storm raging
Strengthened by their clash of arms
Blood of both dragons
Falling to the earth
Fires anew at the impact
Taking down tree and man
Their roars blowing great winds
Fanning further flame
That struggle against the tears from above
The dark forces rush blindly
To the raised swords and drawn bows
Of the forces of the Flame
Blood runs to the mouth of the Dreggian
Steam and fog rise to the call
Khabar strains to gather
His father’s men
But they are beyond hope
And small now in number
He turns his eyes upward again
Knowing coursing through him
The king must perish
For all they have planned
Will be lost
The gods draw breath
The lords and ladies aghast
Khabar approaches the two women
Sword drawn
Teeth bared
Katarian heeds the warning
Swooping down
Away from the relentless attack
Screaming the names
Of wife and daughter
Wiping his brow of blood
To throw at his women’s enemy
Dranithia turns to her son
Daring him to strike her down
Son to mother
Would you perish in the Dank of the Lore
For the pettiness of your Father
For his greed
For his lust
Khabar’s smile begins to fade
Looking deeply at his mother
Her beauty
Her purity
Coursing through him
The litany of his Father
Drumming his head
The uselessness
The waste of life
The truth of the Lore
The deception of his Father
The damnation of the Land
The fear of the people
The dragon song of old
Streams froth of his lips
Echoed by Kalandra
Her eyes wide
Her scales glistening
Dranithia joins chorus
And the Flame begins to strengthen
Standing strong and upright
That the gods must remove cupped hands
The Dark one screams in rage
His power dispersing with rise of the Flame
The chorus of their voices
His blood falls about the Dragons
Strengthening their song
The flame bursts brighter
Engulfing the land
Men, women and dragon
Purifying all it touches
Ahkbar pleads for mercy
For all can see
The Hall of the Dragon
Its doors opening the sky
The hands of the Dragon Lords
Reaching from within
Clutching his throat
Stemming his fire
Snapping his life
Swallowing his spirit
Ahkbar opens his chest
To Katarian’s sword
Do it now my brother
Allow the Lore
To find its rightful place
Sword humming with dragon song
Katarian strikes with tears flowing
The wound glowing red
Showering King with crimson rain
The lords release their hold
Discarding his carcass
Fall crashing to the Land
Katarian calls swiftly
Sing and fly
And the 3 dragons take his wing
Streaming past the falling body
Their song giving a streaming wraith
Guiding al Ahkbar to his place
The dragons meet high above
Circling above the dust
Protected from
The shattering earth
As the mother swallows its child
And weeps
Its final Song of Mourning
Blending with the Song of the Dragon
Pleading its son’s spirit
The hearts of the dragons
Beating madly
Keeping their frantic pace
Dropping lower and lower
To define the chasm of al Ahkbar
To be forever known
As the Dragon’s Circle
And the gods raise their hands
As the Candle resumes its whitish glow
Leaning forward as one
Blowing the breath of the Land
Through the burning of the Flame
To enrapture the Circle
And forever hold it in its light
To remind one
To remind all that may come
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Prologue
Upon the Dragon’s Circle
Engulfed within the Light of Life
Son of al Ahkbar
Daughter of Katarian
Both of Dranithia
Did as the Dark one wished
Ushering in the Rule of the Dragon
Though not of his original intent
It placed a final chapter
Upon the Draconian Lore
For it is written
That men and women
Lived in peace
With the guidance of Wisdom
The temperance of Age
The voice of Reason
Sight of Future
Presence of Now
Remembrance of Past
The protection of the Wing
It is written upon the largest stone of the cratered grave
They know of al Ahkbar
That which he wrought
The evils men flaunted
The beast unleashed
The weight of those nightmares
All too real
They know of al Ahkbar
The son that he rose
The goodness of heart
Expanse of Dragon mind
They know of al Ahkbar
His cry still echoes
Mercy on his soul
Let them be for the Lore
They know of al Ahkbar
His life force burns bright again
Dragon Lords concur with Arivel
As their children dance
The light of the circle
They know of al Ahkbar
His memory amongst the four
They smile upon his spirit
Upon the Dragon’s Circle
Richard F. Sayage
5-25-1999
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