Dragons Converse Poem by Troy Clark

From the heavens I roam,
To and from the stars and
Water,
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
Prey,
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
fox,
I create the deserts, I create
the fear,
I drink from god’s right hand.