Favorite poems of the Darklord. All were borrowed and full credit is given. If you have a poem you think the Darklord might like, please send a copy to the Darklord's mailbox.

Field Of Honor

Fierce of fire, are these creatures, fly by knights.
Hunted hunters, soar like eagles, go to flight.

Days of drakness, eyes of onyx, light the nights.
Angry giants, seek redemption, causing strife.

Ageless legends, wings of gold, fill the sky.
Hearts ablaze, full of fury, a shrieking cry.

Sight of terror, breath of hell, an endless tide.
Once friends, now foes, no place to hide.

In the evening, with endless cover, pitch of black.
Fire blazing, life is hanging, friendship lack.

Steel is forged, no room for error,precision counts.
Hearts a pounding, courage raging, when to pounce.

Overhead, with death descending, repent and rite.
Piercing screams, hollow echoes, hallowed lights.

Hero mounted, swords drawn, time to fight.
Claws extended, the taste of blood, a fallen knight.

Doubts arising, fears growing, cries of pain.
Armor clashing, spears thrown, a dragon's bane.

A starless nght, a grassy plain, painted blood red.
Man of courage, beast of honor, none yet dead.

Exhaustion wails, spirits fall, sweat like rain.
Tail strikes forward, teeth are mashing, muscles strain.

Arms of lead, wounds wide open, sensing death.
Who will conquer, life is wasting, nothing left.

Sword hangs loosely, loss of flight, scales abound.
Endurance calling, daybreak near, now not a sound.

Distant waterfalls, calmness reigns, windswept flowers.
Swords lie broken, blood in pools, no one towers.

Silent echoes, shattered dreams, not one survived.
Dawn awakens, battle ended, wasted lives.

-- Written by Lawrence Langman & Divanta

And I Dream

The dragon,
He flies through the air,
His scales shine like the sun, the moon, the stars;
They shine like gems:
Emeralds, Rubies, Diamonds, Amethyst,
And mankind is jealous.
And I dream.

I watch the dragons,
As they fly through the skies;
Rulers of the airy kingdoms,
Freer than I.
And I dream.

Wiser than the oldest, wisest sage.
Ageless, Timeless, Always free.
I see them, I hear them.
And I learn.
And I dream.

I watch these rulers of the skies,
Watch them dip and dive,
And turn, and loop,
And grin, and spin.
I watch them from the mountaintop,
And I dream.

They pay me no attention,
I am a mortal beneath their notice.
I see the children, who will be children yet when I am old,
And grey, and still
I dream.

I dream that maybe, someday,
They will notice me,
For even the youngest, the most inexperienced,
Can teach me,
About everything,
And nothing,
And all things between, and how
To dream.

--Copyright Caitlin Vilcsak

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