The Dragons Of Chaos Poem by Eric Michael Fitt

Dragons of the stormy skies,
And those of the dark, still depths -
Abysses of chaos and unconsciousness
Spanning the widths and breadths

Of our complacent unknowing,
As we languish in our dreamy slumber -
Those dragons without rhythm or discernible pattern,  
Of uncountable number

An unknown threat just beyond the horizon,
The gnawing regret of an action not taken,
A crisis of meaning, misfortune, loss,
A trance of enchantment beyond the imagination

Thus you retreat - as we draw near -
 Into your realm of isolation,
To reflect back to us some unknown fear,
Or oblivion´s dim hallucination

And so I do praise you, great Dragons of Chaos,
Gatekeepers of the secret that all is well;
For how would we ever reach toward the heights 
Without the depths in which you dwell?