here are a few poems ive written
Tales Forged of Gold
I dream of tales, of tales of old.
Hewn by steel and forged with gold.
Molten silver poured in molds.
And velvet books that wisdom holds.
And the stories an tales they unfold.
Where ledgends walk on dusty roads.
Apon lay lines to magic nodes.
To find a beach of enchanted stones.
The crags an forests are my home.
I sleep at night in a dragons tomb.
For i am the one who taught the elves rhyme.
If they live for a day or live for all time.
Knowledge is power so power is mine.
But knowledge without wisdom is power thats blind.
So wisdom i seek in mystic times.
In fantasy worlds and creatures of old.
To learn the lore of tales, tales forged of gold.
Being of the Sky
There is a beingKnown by none
Who soars near to yonder sunHe soars up
And he soars downAnd then flies over many towns
He soars this way He soars that way
And with not one single delay
He is a being of love
A being of hate
A being who cares not For pieces of eight
The Dragon Kin
A firey curtian covers the land
To boil the seas and melt the sand
To leave the earth with a deadly brand
Keep tooth and claw close at hand
But hate them not, they know the way
To riddle through the night and day
And sit for an eternaty
And wait for opretunaty
To strike or greet by choice of heart
Unaffected by sword or dart
Thier grace alone is but art
Thier majesty is tragedy
Catasrophy but placidly
They fly above the morning clouds
Striking awe in mortal crowds