Poems

The Last Battle

Riding alone through the barren desert
I stretch forth my hand
grasping at straws I look ahead
and see the Dragon soar.
His spirit shines as bright as his scales
the flash as lightning blinds
I hold my saddle tight as death
and the wheel of time rolls on.
The land errupts in a shower of ash
his memory chases me home
I watch him race with the shadow
spreading light across the land.
And the wheel of time rolls on
the battle cries, the clash of steel
the last battle rages across the plain
and yet the wheel rolls on.

Ashley Barrett
5/1/2006
Get Well Mr. Jordan!