This poem was first published in my newsletter 1st September 2021. I write a poem for each issue. Be amongst the first to read them by signing up to my newsletter, The Thellian Herald.
Summer wanes and the nights close in,
Dragons fly south to sandy Nim,
To lose their fiery reverence,
Invites snow griffins’ insolence,
In autumn time they do rehearse,
To drumming of their wingbeats’ verse,
Then as winter our way glances,
Griffins start their lethal dances,
They summon frigid wind that blows,
Through ev’ry home to dim hearths’ glows,
But dragons come, lured back by spring,
Their roars about this land do ring,
On wing the griffins flee to Nor,
Winter’s legion does rule no more.