These days, I seemed almost always down,
My brow creased with an almost permanent frown,
I had almost given up on my latest story for good,
Wrapped round my warm coat, pulled up the hood,
Headed for the beach,
Maybe, for some inspiration to reach.
The waves were rough, sparse clouds rushing, blowing up a storm,
Wind getting brisker, though it seemed to be pulsating, eerily warm,
I remember feet lazily kicking the sand,
A short distance from the stormy waves crashing on land,
…BANG!
I involuntarily jumped!
…BANG!
Heart thumped….Blood pumped,
My ears rang, my senses surrendered,
Surrounded by the unearthly scream of air being rendered,
Stinging, blinding sand…. Shadows, flying, fleeting,
The sound of…..Flapping….Beating,
An eruption of flame, glowing coal red eye,
Defying the dark cold of the starry night sky.
I was struck dumb, immobile, completely smitten,
For…Exactly as from my imagination I had written,
There…..THERE!…
Sitting on the beast’s back, wand held high in the air,
With starry eyes and floating hair…..
He looked at me….A full on stare,
I gasped!….dreamweaver himself!
He nodded…..A smile crossing his lips, full of care,
Then suddenly, the feeling that the time had come,
To leave this realm and to wakefulness succumb,
Then the mental wrench,
Ozone stench,
My dream,
Does seem,
To die…. A sudden death…
………………..
No… Wait……
The eerily warm pulsating breeze, there, though fading,
A false memory?……..
No…..Realization growing…
A smile….A knowing….
The Remnants of Dragons Breath!