Troy Clark

Rookie (Jan 3rd 1991 / Michigan)

Dragons Converse - Poem by Troy Clark

From the heavens I roam,
To and from the stars and
The feeble humans tremble
At my wake,
And give me flesh cursed
for my hungry tongue.

Proud and beautiful I am,
Patient as the slowest wisps,
The grace of the predator,
And the innocence of the
And yet I am questioned still?

Through legend and history
I claw and I burn,
Wise as the eldest tree
and as quick as the silent
I create the deserts, I create
the fear,
I drink from god’s right hand.

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Comments about Dragons Converse by Troy Clark

  • (4/21/2008 9:36:00 AM)

    Ur a good poet keep writting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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