Wars Of The Draconian
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Logan Stacey, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2020
The metallic clang as battle raged on,
Dragons and beasts of wood clambered at each other’s throats,
Baying for blood, crossing the moats,
Castle walls and dining halls.
Great sorrow befell the child,
As those above them quarreled.
Resting on their laurels,
What was for tea, swimming in the cauldron?
Not much, eels and such,
And bones for Cerberus,
The three-headed dog,
With eyes of thunder, always ravenous.
Words as breaking lances, vehement in cause; vitriol spewed,
An innocent left broken, dreams as dust, heavily misused.
In the end, laying cold, hungry and alone,
On the floorboards in front of a parental throne.