Two Dragons, Dueling

Nov. 6, 2012

Two Dragons, Dueling

One day
     in a bitter November,
Two dragons met in the skies,
One of red,
     a flaming beast,
          hide studded with gems
               of dead crusaders,
          the wealth of centuries
               mingling in his scales,
     fire seething about his mouth,
And one of blue,
     sapphires lined along his back,
     the scars of axes
                        swords
                        and spears
           forged to his flesh,
     wings blotting out the sun,
     wisps of lightening
           leaking 'round his lips.

The Clash!

Thunder slammed the heavens,
     shaking the stars to the ground
As flame seared the Earth
      and lightening rent the sky!
Mother Nature fled in fear,
      the Fates cowered at their visions,
           and Hope wept.

And when at last the beasts were done,
     one lying dead beneath the other,
I could not tell the winner,
     so blackened were they both
           by the battle.
Upon his rival's corpse he laid his treasure,
      prying the gems from the body,
          adding them to his hoard,
      a mound of gold
          upon the ruined land.

Today upon the train,
       I asked my fellow passenger:

Vote today?
     Nah.
          Not much to vote for.