Poetry By Willow Dancer


Hot desert sand glistens gold
as a tribute to mighty Zeus,
warrior dragon called monsoon
awakens from a blustered truce.

Rolling thunder shouts it's song
from Olympus on the high,
spears of lightning hurled forth
paint chaos in the sky.

On the wind the banshee wails
a gale whips through the night,
claiming all that dare to stand
and face the fury's might.

The pulsing rain a drumbeat
that measures out the score,
and lulls the restless dragon
back to slumber as before.

Willow Dancer
08 - 31 - 04
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