Sightless eyes

Once upon a time, in a place where,
Knights stood casually watching,
A joust between their number,
And a stranger, of course on a black steed.
The strainger seldom won,
For there were many around,
Who frowned furiously on such a thing.
And the poor man, dare not appeal,
In the torn and dented chain mail.

In those days, it is said there were dragons,
Of great cunning and size,
Replete with iron scales.
Only one spot where sword or spear could deal fatal blow

Fair maidens seemed to be fodder,
For the dragons. Never mind that dragons could not
Enjoy the charms of such a being.
Muslin dresses, slippers,
and velvet gowns are not much good,
As vestige for fire breathers.

There commenced a bout,
time and place matter not,
Between a wandering knight,
of course on black charger,
With torn and dented mail.
Determined to test his mettle,
With the iron scale clad monster
The battle began, with flames,
Smell of sulfur and flashing sword.
It seemed like hours, but time accelerates,
Battles compress it, and we all abuse it,
But time passes, heedless of man’s cries.
This day time passed rapidly,
And near exhaustion, the knight struck!
The dragon had dipped too close,
And that one tiny point, insignificant in size,
Became the point at which time pivoted.
In my dream, I became the smudged,
Soiled and tired man who held the sword.
I stared at it, unbelieving….

The dragon turned once, to me,
Seemed so imploring in those awful eyes,
Jerked twice and gazed at the sky.
Just another dragon,
Staring from Sightless eyes….

Sightless eyes

Wayne Cook

Joined August 2008

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