Daganth the Warrior soared the skies ... A DreamTime Dragon Entry |
The Promise Daganth the Warrior soared the skies, his heart filled with sorrows; he had foreseen his kindâs demise: a night with no tomorrows. The same dream haunted every night: the end of dragon-kind. When he awoke, gasping in fright, he could not clear his mind. He was the leader of his clan, his scales glistened with age, and still he feared the spread of man. The thought filled him with rage. âMere worms mired in sea and earth,â with disdain did he spew ignoring the sparse dragonâs birth of which there were too few. Tharos the Giver was his mate; she begged him to control for more than violence, it was hate she feared would cost his soul. âGo to the sacred peaks,â she said, âconsult the ancient sage. Collect the wisdom of the dead thatâs stood the test of age.â The Oracle of Dragonâs Keep could only speak the truth. His vision caused Daganth to weep - no future for the youth. Though blind, he parted timeâs thin mist and saw what yet could be. Dragons and man could co-exist but when? He couldnât see. A plan devised: Daganthâs first born was concealed in the keep. With love âtwas blessed, this child unborn, and hidden, dark and deep. The child would remain safe until a magical âsomeday,â âTil man and dragon ceased to kill protected it would stay. The rule of dragons is no more; a faded memory, a legend from the days of yore - not even history. Through sacred mountains, winds yet blow awaiting the release from promises made long ago that mankind would learn peace ⌠If mankind could learn peace. ![]() An entry for "DreamTime Dragon's Poem Contest" ![]() Prompt: Image (see cover art) Line Limit: None Line Count: 49 |