Draconis Bonus

October Skies, Sober Cries

Red dawn ascending,
Battered warrior of the night,
Spreads tattered wings; preparing for flight,
Bringing light to a land in desperate need of mending,

Letting loose a cry of defiance,
To a world ruled by bondage and stone,
Except for the seeds that refused to be left unsown,
Destined to form a loving alliance,

Even when the prince of flame,
Felt alone and his fire spluttering into mere embers,
And the ache consumed him more than all cold Decembers,
Warmth came to him that was beyond name,

The wind brought joy,
Beyond all contemplation,
Deeper than just minor elation,
Or what an easy victory could deploy,

For even though the darkness will,
Come creeping back,
Draco has his pack,
And they’ll all be waiting for it on the other side of the hill,

So this is why the dragon,
Roars to the twilight,
As Lore of Bravery engulfs all fright,
And a mountain of Goods fills every wagon,

That is the song of the winged one,
Beaten down yet triumphant,
Unsatisfied with Earthly comfort,
As he awaits the coming of the Son....