The wind scratched my face
Like dragon’s breath
My horse fell and died
From too much heat
My armor removed
Too hot to wear –
This enchanted stone
Keeps me alive
It conjures water
Into being
I hunt with my sword
Enough to live –
Banished to this land
I could not kill
The river serpent
That cunning demon
Plagues my kingdom –
The enchanted stones
Hold the power
To vanquish evil
But I have one –
One mage can find them
The Algonquin
Will I live in time
To find the stones
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 