Chaos Rules

Chaos Rules

A Poem by Poeticpiers
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narrative verse

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Chaos Rules
 
The Dragoness last of her race.
 Lies somnolent beneath the sun,
 there will be none to take her place.
 Remembering her youth long gone.
 
Three thousand years of life she’s seen.
 The Dragons are a long lived race.
She can recall when there had been
a world of peace, a perfect place.
 
 
But upstart monkeys, protomen.
A warlike and fast breeding race
 which quickly and grew again.
Usurped the Dragons living space.
 
They forced the Dragons to withdraw
 from where they’d lived for centuries.
But still the men demanded more
of the fertile territories.
 
Though Dragons were more powerful.
 By nature peaceably inclined
did not resist as usual
and this encouraged humankind.
 
To spread across each continent
 and keep the Dragons in retreat.
Their numbers grew incontinent.
The Dragon race could not compete.
 
The Dragons rule brought to a close
 The age of peace on earth was gone
 simply because the dragons chose
 not to resist .Should they have done?
 
That is the question in her mind
 as she waits patiently to die.
The last survivor of her kind
She asks but she gets no reply.
 
The human race now rules supreme.
Rather a doubtful victory
A night mare fashioned from a dream
 for man is mans worst enemy.
 
6-Oct-08
 
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© 2008 Poeticpiers


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Admirable sentiments, beautifully put. The number of dragons banished from this so-called civilized world doesn't bear thinking about.

I really like the lines:
"But upstart monkeys, protomen.
A warlike and fast breeding race"

Posted 17 Years Ago


I have always been a fan of books and movies about dragons and though terrifying; I believed them to be passive and gentle in nature. From very early childhood, I felt a close connection with dragons, especially one that mind brought to life. A sadness fell over me at these words from the very beginning to end.



The Dragoness last of her race.
Lies somnolent beneath the sun,
there will be none to take her place.
Remembering her youth long gone.




And



That is the question in her mind
as she waits patiently to die.
The last survivor of her kind
She asks but she gets no reply.



Thank you for bringing back the wishing of childhood and my imaginary dragon Mimzy who flew over my house by night, protecting me from harm.





Posted 17 Years Ago



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Poeticpiers

Near Durham city UK, United Kingdom



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72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..