Dec 08, 2008 05:51
I gave up writing for the longest time, but I have recently begun to write tiny bits and pieces here and there. I have taken up an English course this semester and we've had to write several journal entries. I am no good at poetry, but here is a bad example of something I wrote:
The Last
The sunlight pales a trail of scales
that scale the frail old dragon's tail.
It seems he may have lost his prey
For on this day it got away.
And so he lies beneath the skies
And though he tries, his breathing dies
His eyes close; his heartbeat slows;
His last smoke blows out of his nose.
There is no wait for his sad fate:
Death takes the bait and is not late.
Darkness comes fast as it rushes past.
The last of dragons had finally passed.
poetry