Pyrite

by Ethan Hoffman

Opal scale dragon

In the mist of far-away

Silent coiling over river rocks

A spire, shining splendid day

Pearled skull dips down to stare;

From flaring nostrils billow steam

Two ruby rocks shine sunken deep

A gaping jaw, a whispered stream

Teeth of pyrite part and glean

With thousand questions all as one

No simple feat for human mind

In myth or metric all undone

“What could you be, had you not been

The one who walks your simple path?”

Unknowing fool, our manifest

Can only speak in fits of wrath

Pyrite - by Ethan Hoffman