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Deep in the Mountain

by Brian Francis



The cold and the dark refuse the flicker
Of gems who lie so deep in the ground
bones lay scattered among the trophy
the lost, the magic reach out to be found

With less of a slide and more of a slither,
Of silver and gold, the dreams the drive
The piles discovered beneath the great mountain
In heaps and mounds the treasure resides

A whiff of sulfur drifts in the darkness
A glow almost seen through the cover of gold
Rumbles subsonic reach in and touch you
stories of dragons not believed when told

The burden too much to carry escaping
Dribbles and drops dancing away
Better to flee and lose all the bounty
But greed alas has a loathsome way

The bones will be scattered among the piles
As Draco reclines and cleans off the flesh
Casting them about for the next warning
And settling again to gather his rest


10/23/2018

Posted on 10/23/2018
Copyright © 2018 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/24/18 at 03:48 PM

I like the metaphors and the congruent wordsounds and mixed with the more powerful message: "But greed alas has a loathsome way" make this a powerful piece. Thank you Brian. I like your style.

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