Dragon At The Top

A dragon still is born in here,
Ferocious dragon so,
One mighty danger to appear
In all the land we bow.

A mountain made my sleep to care
And worked mine or his
Despair, so oddly strange affair,
That bleared the right old quiz.

His furnace sold a sage to write
And read for him alone,
The massive dragon did backbite
This lonely clone of bone.

Offended pride successfully
Refused him, this trip
Of one absurd dichotomy,
A stay in hell to dip.

The dragon forced his way atop,
Real ways so suddenly
Wore clothes to also make him stop
In this way evenly.

The beast must stop and hide somewhere,
Or phantoms cite danger,
Then dedicate the sense with care,
Or ghosts will win stranger.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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