The Dragonbreach

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The Dragonbreach

The walls were built strong, enchantments woven into every stone.

Here it stops the dwarves promised, together they made their stand.

On scaled legs the destroyers came, the ancient and relentless foe.

The battle raged and the wall held firm, a grim stalemate.

From the heights came the first, the mother of them all.

Fire blossomed and talons raked, but still her children died.

In sorrow she dove, eldritch powers against the wall’s might.

With a crack and a roar the hope of man fell, a queen sacrificed.

The horde unleashed and unbound, the age of man ended.

I figured crickets dying were too depressing, so here is a poem to honor the fall of the nations of man. Dragons are always breaking stuff.

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Dragonslayer

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Dragonslayer

I am the unknown champion,

a mercenary of sorts by trade.

My foe breathes an unquenchable flame,

their mouths hide a legion of daggers.

Demon wings hold them aloft,

deadly talons ever ready to snatch their prey.

Still a fight I bring to their mountain dens,

human cunning versus dragon might.

I fight in honor of Princesses and kingdoms wronged,

of  livestock slain and villages burned.

With lance, bow, and axe my war rages,

victory or death my ultimate wages.

by Nicholas Byrley

I gave dragons some love, so the people who slay them should get some love too. Nothing else tonight, too sleepy and I work tomorrow. Have a good night.

Dragons

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Dragons

Swift and deadly, the embodiment of reptilian grace.

Clothed in scale, gifted with wing, fang, and claw.

Prey to none, predator to all that catches their eye.

They are the kings of the sky, rulers of mountains.

Hoarders of gold, collectors of fabulous treasures.

Noble beast and savage creature, they are one and the same.

by Nicholas Byrley

I failed badly, twice in a row now. I fell asleep without writing last night, and then just now I wrote a post and lost it all. Le sigh. But, I shall persevere. Here is a poem about dragons to make up for the damage my nemesis(sleep) caused.

Dragons are such a fascinating topic, especially in books. I have seen them as beasts of war in series like Temeraire or Bazil Broketail, then as astral entities in Dragonships. Traditional fantasy dragons in the Age of Fire, or guardians and protectors in Dragonlance and Dragonriders of Pern. The list could go on and on, I’ll cut it short there. They offer almost limitless potential and there is an existing bond between dragons and world culture as it is.

Something about the scaly beasts just draw us in. Whether they are good or evil, cunning or slow. Dragons simply attract people, even those not normally drawn to fantasy or sci-fi. You can find images of dragons in almost all cultures, with a variety of personalities associated with them. Its no wonder they show up all the time in books, games, and movies. When I finally write some fantasy stories of my own I think it will be hard to resist the siren call of the dragons.

As always, let me know what you think. And as a side note, I love the picture for this one. Nicol Bolas(featured above) was one of my favorite cards in MtG.