NaPoWriMo 12 – alliteration

Dancing Dragons

On this misty morning,
all moist and melancholy,
full of murmured mysticism
and make-shift moonshine

I dream of dragons
dancing in the desert,
darting and dropping
through the diamond-dazzling air,
driving the dust-dry desert sands
before them. I dream
of the terrible tearing of
tortured tissues by
talon and tooth, slip over
the sun-sparkled silk-strong,
steel-smooth scales,
their slithering sheen
soaked in shimmering

Here the dismal daylight
drizzles drearily
through the damp dull window,

there the sky is a sapphire scream,
and dragons roost and rustle,
roaming the rust-reddened,
rose-roasted rocks,
drifting and drowsing,
and dreaming

of me.


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