This poem was not written by me, but I would just like to share it with you all.

Grok - The Last Red Dragon
by Ray Feliciano


I
The country side is still
air calm and warm

The wait

All quiet
all peaceful
or is it?


They wait

Clouds converge
air becomes charged
the Storm is coming


They know
and they wait



The sound of wind
or were they wings?
dark shadows seen
or was it him?
thunder is heard
or was it a roar?


He is here

They wait
no more


II
Circling above
with bad intent
he spies the town

It is Grok

Leathery wings
scaly skin
and eyes that glow
like burning embers


It is Grok
Last of the Red Dragons


With a silent swoop
the onslaught begins
destroying all
leaving only ashes
and rubble


Grok the Terrible

Houses crumble
fields burn
nothing escapes
the creature's fury


Grok the Annihilator

Many feel the rage
in his fiery breath
or the torment
of his tearing talons


Grok the bringer of Terror

Their heros battle futilely
their arrows cannot kill
no one will defeat him
no one beat the beast


Chaos now the Order
Horror rules the land
Grok leaves the ruin
a roar reverberates the air


III
High upon the mountain top
Grok sits and thinks a bit
obscured by clouds
he is alone

Once again
all alone


His fury all exhausted
his sorrow all but spent
again he roars aloud
but of anguish
not of rage


He is alone
and no one hears


Once he wished to be loved
but always he was driven away
heart filled with hate
his rage grew and doubled


If he could not be loved
then he would be feared
alone he sat and smoldered


With a flap of his great wings
he ascends the sky again
another town to know the terror
another town to feel his wrath


He is Grok
Last of the Red Dragons


Fear him for his Power
and fear him for his pain

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Sarapin, in the year 272 AF.