Vaccinius

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The fate of the dragon

There was a little treasure
who did not want to be.
It really was his pleasure
to be just fantasy.

A dragon in ancient
Chinese mythology
he was, a made defiant
of sensibility.

One day he started weeping.
He could not stand the fears.
But people him in keeping
just called it dragon tears.

And so he started moaning.
To do he could not choose.
But people called it groaning
and would not let him loose.

The dragon, then, yelled loudly.
Now he was really soar.
But people said he proudly
showed what he had in store.

He really suffered insult,
the dragon, by the daft.
But when he made a tumult,
the people said he laughed.

But there were children seeing.
The child to him was friend.
The children will be freeing.
And that will be the end.

.·: † :·.
This poem is published on my site "Common measure" | here |.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.

4 comments:

  1. this is so delightful to read..love the rhythm :)

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  2. Interesting how children often see the hero.. or mythology TRUTH..but adults don't..:)

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  3. what some view as a dragon, the children see as one worth freeing...they see so much better than us...

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  4. I really like the last stanza. I guess that children are more pure, more innocent and, thus, they see what others can't.

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