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