Once upon a time, I was real. Yes, dragons were real. As real as the air you breathe in. My entire species were trusted companions of humans. We were their winged transporters, helping them soar to greater heights. But humankind grew greedy and in their greed, they saw the world through a different eye. They grew insecure and worried that we might snatch glory and land from them. They trusted us no longer and instead, they hunted us down. Murder was how humankind rewarded us for our loyal services. They ensured that we were wiped off the face of the earth and that we were reduced to a mystical character in history. Stories were weaved about us but science remained tight-lipped. The glory of our victoried were burnt at stake along with us and our deaths remain unavenged.
I have always wondered if dragons were real. There are so many stories and legends about them. But no one has ever seen a live dragon and no fossils have ever been unearthed either. Have you ever wondered about dragons? Do let me know.
This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #94. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.
For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a huge stone dragon on top of a building.
Image courtesy: Sean Thomas @ Unsplash
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