Before the moon

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in the chilling crisp night

     with out a stirring trace of breeze

tingling fear of unseen eyes

     as my hackles begin to rise

 

Ebony skies with bright jewels scattered

     pinpricks of rain bowls that quickly glitter

pale moon like watching eye

     baleful gaze upon me here

 

whispering sound of cutting air

     so high above and far away

growing louder and drawing near

     I turn my eyes unto the sky

 

like a racing cloud across the stars

     of sharp lines and angles clear

narrowing straight towards me now

     two points of redness spear my soul

 

blocking now the light of the moon

     silhouetting a shape of doom

reptilian wings of mighty beats

     seeking its prey within the night

 

a flash of flames before it flares

     and on cold wind of mighty roar

in fear I tremble cold and weak

     fearing that I be the prey it seeks

 

across the land in dark of night

     in clusters tremble many sheep

that upon the Dragon does feast

     finding them a tasty treat

 

mutton wrapped in fleecy white

     a toothsome treat at in the night

glowing eyes seek in the land

     white flashes of the fearful sheep

 

sharply turning spearing down

     with the roaring of wings it descends

lighting the night with bright flame

     with talons stained with ruby red

 

with booming flaps it breaks its fall

     grabbing the prey that it did seek

with mighty flaps it again ascends

     winging quickly into the night

 

struggling in its grasp so tight

     is a maiden in sweater white

‘tis not really the dragons fault

     ‘twas seeking the Argyle white

 

 

 

 

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