L'aura del Campo

Dear Frank

Dear Frank

Dear Frank, Remember our adventures! How I tamed your wrath,
how your fire roared, burning all that stood in it's path.

I rode you into combat as blood splattered and gushed,
then we fought until battles were won and foes hushed.

We laughed together as waterfalls splashed!
And watched dying embers glow beneath ash.

But dragons are dragons, must be true to their kind.
Tales seldom end happily. I truly don't mind.

Still, dear friend, I wish we could chat like we did.
I'm lonely, it's quiet inside my own head.

© Kåre Enga (20.april.2025) [182.29]

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"A quiet poem..."