P: THE DARK TOWER PART FIVE

THE DARK TOWER PART FIVE

From remoteness a red dragon took shape,
Powerful eyes of burning.
Wings a sinew cape,
Forever a dark tool of learning.
Hostile and mulish, strong but true,
One with a sharpest mind.
With each effortless beat,
Nearer she drew.
Like a wolfs melancholy indeed,
She told me to board her.
As if I could plead my case,
I felt so small before her.
I had skirmished dragons before but never a red,
It would cause utter tension.
Authoritative as natures splay lead,
I would be dead I had to mention.
Fortunes mirrored the ebb and flow of war,
United by a common goal.
I boarded not sure what was in store.
I didn't really care on a whole.
Gathering whatever strength remained,
My tounge started to roll.
Smell of elements drifted and stained,
As thy zephyr tore at my soul.
With pouchy flesh of a broad neck,
The dragon looked haunted.
Shivering I vaulted onto stony deck,
Shinning large eyes looked on and taunted.
Like a fog with no wispy edges,
I felt a veil of evil approach.
An entourage of fear on ledges,
Thy Lord will soon encroach.