Air sucked in as tides expanse out of sight,

Sucked in their lungs with mystic flight

As was once Merlin Eternal years past,

Beware these creatures of Volcanic breath.

 

No air escapes within their pull,

Tight be as quick sands of depth

Dragons might, in which air sucked they,

Hot ash becomes their very breath.

 

Mystic creatures, devils’ device

Shadowed the sun’s sleepy eyes,

Awakened by screams amidst the cries

As cinders flow from every pore, of the guise.

 

Dragons beware, silvery blades swift at hand

The Knights of Arthur dreamed of land

Protector of breath we all doth take,

Darkened creatures of blackened skies, mystic!

 

© 2012 Sharon-Elizabeth Walker