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and on my death bed i shall say;
may the dragons come, and take me away.
for i know, where i shall go,
to the realm of dragons.
where i can grow.
with peace,love and fire in my spirit,
may the dragons kin come
and alow me with it.
so remember me,
and remember my name,
i am John the Dragon Man
from now till the end
Oh Mythic dragons end my cry
take me to a place were I can not die
earth and fire
blood soaked claws
many lives claimed to those mighty jaws
with lightning flashing above your fragile wings
a Dragons flight
is such a wondrous thing
a winged death
just waiting for a strike,
so take me away
and don't leave me in the night
I wish not to be
just another one of your kills
but a beautiful dragon
gliding over the hills
I wish for you not to kill me here
just make my wish come true
I wish to be a dragon my friend
and sore in the skies so blue
By John Riddler aka Last-Dragon
3/9/2005
As dragons fly in the starry sky i look up, and wonder why, please grant me a wish. a wish so small, to be up there and join them all.
By John the Dragon Man (13/1/2007)
Of Dragons And Knights..
She found him on the battlefield
The sight of it made her cry
Thousands lay dead and dying
It was he that caught her eye
Hovering over him
Reaching out with talons so sharp
Gently lifting him near her
Holding him close to her heart
Mighty wings lifting them skyward
Eyes gazing anxiously at his gaunt face
Wings pulling the air faster
Flying with haste
Entering the place she calls home
Placing him carefully on her great bed of stone
Reaching within and securing her magic
Light bursts through the air
She transforms to a maiden so fair
Tender hands run over his body
Life flowing from her soul
Wounds that were bleeding profusely
Stop as the magic unfolds
His eyes open for an instant
Gazing into bright emerald eyes
A smile forms on his pale lips
Sleep overtakes him
She sighs
The Dragon guarded him daily
Until he was up and about
He wondered just how she had found him
He loved her
There was no doubt
One morning as he awakened
His Angel was not by his side
Where was the girl that had saved him
He searched until the sun set
Then cried
Fear running through every body part
How could he live without her
That maiden was part of his heart
Leaving the mountain a week later
Confused, heartbroken, alone
Thoughts remain unanswered
Where had she gone?
Gliding gracefully above
Too high for him to see
The Dragon watches him carefully
Until he reaches the Castle safely
"Farewell Dear Heart"
She whispers to the wind
"This Dragon and Knight
Were destined to be more than friends"
Love flies through the hearts of many
Sometimes we wonder why
Just as the Dragon gliding through the sky
Accept what is given
For a Dragon never lies
Metramorphisis
Every night, just before I sleep,
I wrap myself up like a coccoon,
In blankets and in darkness,
So that I may change come next morning
A pair of wings, a long shining tail,
A new body to replace the old,
To change my everyday routine life,
And my narrow point of view
Yet, everyday I wake unchanged,
But I still hope that same night,
And I try yet again, for you never know,
Unless you try.
Chest of Treasures
She lay in a dark recess deep within her lair
Her breath sent particles of dust swirling in the air
Eyes of green were locked on the treasure chest
Atop a granite slab it did rest
Sensitive ears heard the human's step
As softly through the corridors he crept
Closing her eyes she bade her time
For, this kind of thief, she did not mind
He sought to take the jewels and gold
"A Dragon's hoard from days of old"
Many treasures the chest did hold
A fortune he was told
She watched as the top he raised
His eyes grew wide, the treasure he gazed
Pity flowed within her heart
As he tore the chest apart
Such anguish he expressed
As the Dragon's eyes he met
A tear crept slowly down her golden scales
Upon the dusty cavern floor it fell
Retrieving the pieces of her treasure box
She was happy it was never locked
Humans came and humans went
Never would they comprehend
A Dragon's hoard
Is not jewels or gold in a wooden box stored
It's a lifetime of memories shared
Ancient wisdom taught by those who care
The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes
Part One
I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
IV
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
Part Two
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.
VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!
VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * *
X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
This poem is also in a song form it is called
The Highwayman by Loreena Mckennitt
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