My Dragon, The Tetralogy: Part 2. My Dragon, The Revival

By Ivor Steven

My harpooned Dragon, fallen and out of breath

Gazing around, pleading, near death

The Slayer's spear, protrudes from his scaly vest

And I listen, to his pounding chest

Quickly, I plunge my sword, cutting shard

Removing the spears horrid barb

My Dragon exhales an awesome howl

Eyes bulging, tears flowing down his jowl

In agony, thrashing his spiky tail

Then slowly abating, like a windless sail

Is he dying, lying there loudly groaning?

Nostrils snorting, neither afire nor smoking

Suddenly, his left wing begins flapping

And my Dragon's head rises, stretching, arching

Green horns twitching, he’s again my mythical reptile

Yellow eyes glowing, like glazed tiles

My Dragon's revived

And ready to skydive

Ivor Steven was an industrial chemist and plumber. He has three self‑published books — Tullawalla, Perceptions, and Until Eyes Hear Sound — and is an appointed writer for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA).