Moonlight glistens on armored scales
Leathered wings power silent flight
Far below, unsuspecting victims graze
Ominous moon-shadow stalks greedily
Jagged jaws 'n sharp talons wax eager
Lusting for tasty flesh 'n hot blood
Nostrils spew red flames of death
So eager to wreak havoc below
Awesome to behold yet fear his greatest weapon
What mortal dare do battle with such a beast?
Be they, Knights, Wizards, Priests?
Nay, only the purity, innocence 'n beauty,
Of a Christ-Child can defeat a “Dragonflyer”
By wielding but one weapon…Love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I often felt dragons were misunderstood! Nice poem though! Moyaxx