by Peggy Strickland

Created on: October 25, 2009

He comes to me, on wings of dreams

Dreaded beast of ancient lore

Scales gleaming, iridescent silver, gold

Monstrous silhouette against a shining moon

Talons to savage, flames to sear

Roars that rend the night

Cannot obscure the noble soul

The raging of a tempestuous heart

From legend's promise he seduces

With magic gems, enchanted pearls he lures

Sorcery's weapons he freely wields

As proof against a mortal's dark despair

Only trust, unswerving childlike faith

His titanic, wondrous powers will unleash

And while I've offered up my throat, laid bare my heart

Cradled the fearsome head close to my breast

Still I see his lustrous eyes grow dark with blighted hope

The earth shudders as it echoes with his sorrow

For in my human frailty, I rend that great, heroic heart

As surely as his gargantuan voice the night

So simple a charge he placed before me

Relied upon his faith in one so flawed

Had he but said, "Stand fast beside me in the face of death"

This peril I'd meet with quaking form

Yet none so foreboding a task he set me

'Twas merely, "persevere"

Hold tight to hope in times of trial

Believe our souls were meant to meld

With love and unmatched tenderness

He renews his vow to cherish

I once more with quivering flesh

Affirm my heart's intent

Dawn's light reveals a shimmering trail

Crystalline fragments shatter with the demands of Day

These I'll once more face with lightened heart

As I await anew the coming of enchanted Night

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