as the Dragon lay dying
there upon the ground sighing
next to Her a dark figure
coming to take the creature
began to carry Her off
the Winged Horse cried, “Wait! Now stop!”
I wish to put Her at peace.
Who are you I ask to cease?”
“I am He who has no name.”
from the dark cloak a voice came
“To Her rightful home I go,
where the stars do hang so low.
To have a name as you have,
Eras I will be known as.”
The next and final poem in the series coming Feb 15. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 