The Ancient Wurm Predicts (A challenge poem)

The Ancient Wurm Predicts Arthur and his knights... I knew them all. Merlyn was my one true friend, but that was long before the fall. Camelot has met its destined end. I am weary in my old age. I can well remember freedom's glory. The changing times I can presage, and tell ahead man's desperate story. My kind are gone... I am the last. Too old to fly... my fires no longer burn. I live secluded in the past, yet for the future do I dearly yearn. I can name them all, the kings of man, and all the legends born of yore. The beauty I have seen... the span of aeons on this lonely shore. I am cursed with second sight, and see man's final destiny... but cannot share this sorry plight alone - trapped by the briny sea. Fire from the morning sky shall strike this fertile ground, and all the Earthbound souls shall cry when Nemesis makes his round. I will hie me to my cave to rest my ancient scales, my memory of all the brave in holocaust now pales. The end of days anon will come, this aged dragon knows, my island home shall, too, succumb, to Earth's last dying throes. But I'll be gone long ere that day, my time to cease is nigh... I take my weary bones and lay me down at last to die. 3/7/2002 Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 08:20 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 10