Weekly Art: Scar of the Dragon


(art is mine)

He watches

the Kingdom before him.

It is Grand

a Masterpiece.

Towers so high, reaching for the Sky

and Beyond, of course.

The Home of the Dragons

where he belongs.

Of all Sizes and Shapes,

they dart in and out of grand Spires.

Colors of the Thing that forms in the Mist after the Rain

and Colors he cannot describe.

They are beautiful colors.

Light dawns on the City

from the Sun as it rises from behind the Mountains,

taking its daily course

across the Land.

But then, he opens his eyes

and all he thought has vanished.

There are no more Dragons.

He is the only one left.

And all he sees is the Dark.

There is no Sun, no Light,

for he cannot See.

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