The dragon gazed at him with those hideous eyes,
Making him think – recall every one of his lies,
His comrades are dead, cheated
They surround him in blood,
He dares not to look back,
For fear of being captured and stuck,
He promised them glory and pride,
To abundant gold he was the guide,
All his promises are charred,
In black abysmal flames,
Of the creature afar,
That death portends,
Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain
Very good. Touching…
Thanks. I’m glad to hear you like it.
Nice poem, highlighting the perils of stealing a dragons gold.
Thanks, Lion.