This is one of my dragon poems that influenced my book, He Walks with Dragons:
Touched by a Dragon
In the waning hours of darkness just before the dawn,
I stood upon the grassy glen just above the town.
I heard a noise behind me, a rustling in the trees,
A sound i’d not heard before, echoes from beyond.
I slowly approach the shadows, half afraid what I might find,
A dragon stood before me, I nearly lost my mind.
He sat and spoke so softly, was like music to my ears,
Telling tales of ancient times, promises of yet to come.
With a kind and gentle smile, his eyes affixed to mine,
He gently leaned in toward me, his hand upon my chest.
A fire grew within me, I thought that I would melt.
He spoke in some mystic tongue, which i had never heard.
I felt his words within me, swirling like a mist,
So sharp and clear they sounded, I thought they were my own.
“Wherest you go, my brother, i shall be there too;
For I am part of you, as you are part of me”.