Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old
#1 of Poetry
Decided to do a little bit of experimenting with one of my favorite types of poetry: Haiku.
Each stanza in the poem is a haiku, meaning the lines are composed of 5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again.
I thought it would be fun to write it from the perspective of a grand and imposing dragon as he muses on the aftermath of a rainstorm.
This is a repost from Furaffiinty:
Storms of Old
Thunder crashing down
Rushing wind and rain strike out
Against tired earth
Man talks of mighty
Storms that shake the ground around
Their tiny feeble feet
Have they forgotten?
The skies of old held greater
Terror than drizzles
Do they not recall?
Wingbeats of beasts much larger
Screeching into towns
Gral the Imposing
Could spray more lightning than this
Trifle of a storm
Homes floated away
In the aftermath of Oun
The Bringer of Floods
Time makes memory
Fuzzy and so man gets complacent
Fearing simple rain
They lament their trees
And their streets, not realizing
It could be much worse
But I remember
The days when storms brought entire
Continents to ruin.