Grendel Had A Gl'1tch: #7 - Drakennis the Menace
A dubious dragon soars fast seeking signs, specific and fine, Through oceans of entangled time, where storms of dimensions intertwine
With scales that shine - nigh could blind, like artisan-spun gold, He searches for ships - for lazy wits, for tales yet to be told
Masts stand tall, sails left tied, reaching the starry skies, Sailors, pirates, captains sleep, in ale and dreams confide
Unaware of Drakennis, his sly fireside, his feral bedside manner, The curious dragon playfully attacks, leaving the men in a stammer
In facing his fire, their mettle they test, while Nature jests in ire, Masts scarred and snapped, sails tattered, burned and marred by fire
Each challenge they master, each test they best, feeds the monster's soul, Misfortune, maybe, but also, consider - Fortune favors the bold
Why does this beast twist tales and time, and alter courses and minds? Nature’s patterns, constant and prime, elusive and detailed - ultra-fine...
Well, if anyone knew, he wouldn't persist - This Menace of a dragon, named Drakennis, The obnoxious wrecker of ships, of lives, of dreams and plans, what's deep within us
So if on your voyage, a golden shimmer you spy, gilded and gliding, through the sky, That’s Drakennis sizing you up, with a twinkle, gently sparkling in his eye,
Know he's after wisdom and time, and that his ways, they are quite wild, His tactics are rogue, but his spirit is...
...truthfully, generally ...in the end ...really quite pleasant and mild.
