The Copper Dragoness (The Poem)

The Copper Dragoness

Dragon Lord of the old code,
Sitting in your warm abode,
Down below the earthen crust,
Watching heaps of armor rust,
Cantankerous cuss you seem to be,
When knights come nigh, seeking ye,
Winters end you feel is soon,
Sealing forever your fate and doom,
Up you rise to feed and scare,
Preparing to do what no one dare,
Birthing another is on your mind,
To carry on within your line,
A new lizard form to breed,
A woman dragon of your seed,
She will haunt men here and there,
Spreading her wings to beat the air,
Morphing back to dragon kind,
This her legacy, so refined,
He sets upon his task to replete,
His energies to do this feat,
After feasting to his lair he goes,
Intent to finish creating his rose,
Upon his last bated breath,
She rises up with all his breadth,
Of knowledge he has given her,
The wisdom to confer and defer,
The dragon lord breathes his last,
To procreate his dragon lass,
Splendid in her maiden form,
The Copper Dragoness is bourne.

By The Copper Dragoness, Dec 2002

Prologue