Fleet-Winged Fate
by Ash Krafton
In showers of flame the dragons will rise,
wielding claws and teeth and armor-like squame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Within an old book the grim prophecy lies—
future predestined by man’s wicked fame:
in showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
The last storm approaches. We’ll look to the skies,
dreading the dragons that no man can tame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Too late we shall wail with repenting cries.
If we hide or fight, our fate is the same.
In showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
Judgment shall summon the gods in disguise
and our sins will feed them—they feast upon shame.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Man’s treacherous heart should not be surprised.
He moves his own hand; there is no-one to blame.
In showers of flame, the dragons will rise.
Beware and prepare; they bring our demise.
Hop with us.
It’s not so much a request as an ultimatum.
Kintsugi Poets Society 
I love dragons, and I love the poem.
loved the picture, the cadence and stern warning…it was not about Puff, huh?…Good one, Ash.
the Loch Ness monster