John W Flournoy - Encounter

A dragon sails on magic wings
with unimagined grace in flight
his massive frame hangs on the wind
a terrible, fearsome sight

His eyes are black as sightless caves
his scales are glistening in the sun
his fiery breath and frightful roar
make all creatures turn and run

But one stands firm with staff in hand
an ancient man in flowing robes
a wizard's hat sits on his head
adorned with stars and globes

He calls a challenge to the beast,
lifting his staff above his head,
knowing that the setting sun
will find him, or the dragon, dead

The challenge called is met with fire;
hot magic of the dragon's breath
and fire returns from wizard's staff
a blazing ray as cold as death

In this meeting of fire and cold
the Earth must tremble to its core,
the dragon wheeling on the wind
screams a call to arms! to war!

Soon the sky is filled with wings
scores of dragons in the air
and there upon the barren earth
the wizard, bent and white of hair

He wields his staff with youthful speed
blasting every scaly wing
and when the light begins to fail
the wizard softly starts to sing

Words of power fill the air
and dragons tremble in their flight
then with the setting of the sun
magic fades into the night

9/18

John W Flournoy

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