Dragons of the Autumn Night

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The night was cool, the night was fair,
And nothing stirred in the calm air.
The trees were barren of their leaves
So there was no need for a breeze.
Harvest Moon shone gold against the sky,
When a bright light did blind my eye.
At first, I thought it was the Moon,
But then I found I��d judged too soon.
For before my eyes was a beautiful sight:
The Dragons of the autumn night.

Their wings were orange, mixed with gold
Their eyes seemed to hold all the wisdom of old.
Their bodies were sleek, their scales clear,
I shivered with pleasure, but not in fear.
Their eyes shone with a fiery red
So deep and fierce that my heart bled.
Yet no anger towards me did they bestow
And no fear towards them did I know
For how could you fear such a beautiful sight
As Dragons in an autumn night?

In the light of the Moon, the Dragons flew
And as I stood there, but one thing I knew:
That Dragons are gentle, yet rarely give,
And are regal and proud as long as they live
Their majestic arched backs and elegant wings
Made me think not of evil, but of other things:
Like magic and eagles, Moonlight and love,
Starlight, the Sun, and beings from above.
For such was the beauty of the sight
Of Dragons on an autumn night.

It lasted ��till the Moon had set
Like a golden fireball in the west.
The wonderful night had passed away;
Soon ��twould be a bright new day.
As the light of the Harvest Moon did fade,
I wished in my heart that one had stayed:
But the beautiful Dragons had all gone,
Leaving only a memory, like the tune of a song.
Yet, I��ll never forget the beautiful sight
Of the Dragons on that autumn night.

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