when dragons weep

when silence climbs with silken wind
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
enshroud a visage of sinew and bone.

when thunder speaks in tender tones,
an undercurrent of memories,
the sharpened teeth gleam in delight
with the hope of a wondrous feast.

beyond the view of towering peaks,
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
whispers a song under the wind.

when whispers climb with silken wind
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
turn into tears of ancient bones.

when thunder weeps in tender shame,
an undercurrent of memories,
the glistening eyes recall the names
of those he ate over the years.

beyond the view of towering peaks
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
weeps with his son, both dragon beasts.

27 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods