Post Series: The Dragonfly Series: Poem: The dragon flies and the dragonflies

The dragon flies,
above in clouds,
that shimmer in the purple light.

The wings do glow,
as lightning strikes,
and they do beat with strengthened might.

And there the eyes,
look up in fear,
as hearts do race at just the sight.

And in the dread,
of what will be,
the forms below run from their plight.

But there the wings,
a thousand count,
do rise above to a great height.

And with one form,
the dragonflies,
move all as one and start to fight.

The flame bursts out,
and burns the sky,
as heat and light do fill the night.

But there they move,
with one great force,
and form a lance as of a knight.

And with the blow,
the dragon falls,
and hits the earth and turns dead white.

And then they fly,
as cheers are heard,
on to the left and to the right.