Fog and Fire Dragons
Oh to thee, fog dragons that live at sea.
And that dwell on land.
Battle they occasionally rage,
On the coast and our beaches.
When the fog dragons creep ashore.
They hide and they take.
They deform and misshape.
Until they gain the upper hand.
They blow whispy and clammy breath.
They sniggle and snirk at those who lurk,
Under their foggy onslaught.
The mocking, the fire dragons hate.
Fly in with all of a rage.
Battle does commence.
Blowing warm air and bright light,
The fire dragons fight.
Ultimately the fog dragons’ retreat
Light and warmth return to the land.
© Kristina Jackson 2014