A sci-fi poem, hope you like?
A small boy of nine
..runs in a game of tag.
Early warm days after a cold winter
..frantic play ending all to soon.
Farm work and chores
..will take the older ones away.
A foreboding drifts across the yard,
..three dragon riders enters the gate.
The small delicate probe,
..a child attempt at a mind reach.
The female rider touches her fore head,
..turning she looks at Jacob.
He tries to hide
..ducking behind his brother.
Tears fill his eyes
..time has come his child hood ends.
Dreams of the silver thread ends
..his future now linked to the Queen's Rider.
Sweat rolls down his nose,
..sand hot under his feet.
Mingled in his mind,
..fear and elation grow.
The larger boys shove him back,
..as rows of dragon eggs rock.
The first egg cracks
..out tumbles a small brown dragon.
Cries and bellows echo thro the cavern,
..it hunts for another.
Bigger boys block the dragon
..touching it but it still searches.
A tiny blond head is dwarfed by the browns nose
..two boys lay whimping and bleeding.
Jacob feels the pain of ones being hurt,
..one cries at the loss of the dragon.
Suddenly his mind is at total peace,
..two swirling eyes stare deep into his.
His Bronze bellows
..high on the ridge the Queen answers,
....the woman turns to smile at him.
JKob is born
.. now complete.