Poetry: Last Dragon

Last Dragon

Green dragon drifts in the dying light
His fires are spent, his colors fade
No longer strong, no longer bright

A swirling leaf, a broken kite
Down the sky where once he played
Green dragon drifts in the dying light

The battered wings turn dark as night
Their fabric rent, their edges frayed
No longer strong, no longer bright

The hated George with shield snow white
The crimson cross upon it laid
(Green dragon drifts in the dying light)

Accosted him upon the height
Set burning steel on flesh of jade
No longer strong, no longer bright

Vain the battle, vain the flight
Last strength fading, life unmade
Green dragon drifts in the dying light
No longer strong, no longer bright


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This is the poem I wrote to win an Advanced Readers Copy of J.M. McDermott's novel, Last Dragon. It worked.