The Old Watch

Over wide stone and earth,
Laying on dust of crumb.
Death springs with given birth,
To tread where body numb.
On the soaring heat and rock, confluence in sum

Bound by the sky to gaze,
There that lay the ground.
Riders from shape and size,
Dives in a dreadful sound.
For the ride beholds the draconian around.

There the silent patrol,
Rest at ease of their watch.
On those that tread the goal,
Against the rider’s march.
Beware to those that deliver in ink and parch.


 

Alexandrine

Art: Dragonrider by psdeluxe

Deviant Page of the Artist: http://psdeluxe.deviantart.com/

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