Today’s blog centers on the dragon, a noble, fearsome beast many fantasy elements deify. This, however, is no ordinary fire breather. This happens to be a glimpse into the earlier days of the same wyrm responsible for slaying Beowulf. Or does he? If you’ve been reading Beowulf: The Midgard Horrors, you might have a guess as to who the dragon’s benefactor is. If you haven’t, all will be revealed in time. Foreshadowing has always been a favorite literary device of mine. As Halloween approaches, focus on the possibilities of what has happened to the great lizard’s venom … Beowulf: The Midgard Epic arrives soon. Adventure awaits!

Dragon Dreams

Beneath the earth within a cave, the dragon slept and dreamed
A thousand piles of gemstones and heap of money streamed
Amazing cups and bowls as well, all silver, bronze, and gold
The ransom of his services; his soul not lightly sold
The diamonds and the rubies sparkled in the dimmest drove
All nestled tight around him in his secret treasure trove
Upon the lands of Midgard he had reigned as beast supreme
A son of ancient prowess feeling power in each scream
Suppressing nothing in his rage, a stage on which to play
The dragon gnashed and gashed and then he blazed upon his prey
Until he came upon a woman full of blaring might
A child of forgone legend and a seeker of the night
Descendent, she of Cain, had but one option on her mind
The dragon soon discovered this; ensnared him in her bind
Unkind, it seemed, to even one as bestial and large
The daughter of the elder kin surprisingly took charge
She offered him the wealth he owned now deep below his shape
In order to obtain it; to be filled from tail to nape
A magic spell to change the way the venom seethed within
Suspicions stacked the dragon’s thoughts but he let her begin
Enraptured by charisma, she ensured the poison’s swell
Completely held its potency to send a man to hell
A plan she gave the dragon, and a name for when he rose
The new enhanced entrapment for the payment that he chose
Exhumed a body from the grave; gave new life to the dead
“Await the mortal, Beowulf,” is what the witch had said
Among her chanting, something else, but he had thus succumbed
The drumming of her speeches had bewitched him as he numbed
Asleep, he fell, to wait the day a thief would bid him rise
Until that moment, slumberland; the dragon closed his eyes …

James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is coming soon from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC.

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Twitter: @Mattbyers40




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