Dragonriders, riding under Thorden’s banner.
“We will conquer all or die trying!
For those who die, a glory unsurpassed!”
We stand beside our magnificent beasts,
beautiful creatures of myth and legend,
they command, Earth, Air, Fire and Water
mounted upon them, as do we.”
Our leader is amongst us, we hear him
if we do not yet see him, a truly magnificent
figure in his protective armour, he waits
for a silence to descend as it always does.
We need his rallying call before battle
commences as a babe needs to suckle its
mother’s milk. Our leader is father, mother,
sister and brother to us. He jumps upon
Orion his dragon’s back and waits.
Everyone is silent, a respectful silence
for this man that leads us into battle is
beloved of each and everyone of us.
“Warriors! My brave warriors! My
Dragonriders! I commend you to the
beautiful Goddess of both life and death.
Be as brave as the dragons you ride!
Trust them! For they carry a precious
load. Remember apart you are man or
woman and beast, together you are invincible!”
Thorden settles himself upon Orion’s back,
waits for his warriors to mount up.
They form up into their troops, well practised.
He looks to his right for Da-Odin, and finds
him already mounted upon the well named,
Swiftfeet. To his left he feels before he sees
the presence of his one true love, Freya
and her dragon the fiery, Fireball.
A silence descends, young Da-Thor blows
the dragon horn in ancient call to battle.
Thorden draws his mightly sword one handed
and raises its not inconsiderable weight high
above his head, with a blood-curdling cry
that defied any known language, the dragonriders
rode into the bloodiest battle they had ever encountered.
©Carolina de la Cruz – the Vixen of Verse – 2013