First Race: A Haiku
Racing down the track
Racers fighting, dragons roar
Danger always near
Dragon of Legend: A Haiku
Dragon of Legend
Last of the gold star kind
He has been reborn
Final Stretch: A Racing Poem
The racers are coming down the final stretch,
Roaring and stomping as they go,
Who the winner will be nobody knows.
One will win, the others lose,
There is no wrong path to choose,
The last part of the race is near,
No racer ever shows their fear,
The urge to win has total power,
A winner is decided with this hour,
To race is to win and to win you must race,
You must always keep your pace,
The finish line is just ahead,
The audience holds their breath with dread,
They've bet on the finest racer,
But there's always one who's a high speed chaser,
And another who's a last place wonder,
The dragons shoot over the line like thunder,
A winner is made, and losers are too,
But a race is a race for all who go through.
Artha Penn: A Poem About Artha (For all you crazed Artha fans out there...)
There is a boy named Artha Penn,
He's inbetween both boys and men,
But at the age of sweet sixteen,
He wants to be a racing king.
His dragon by the name of Beau,
Is known by all that wish to know.
Artha has a part in a secret legend,
Of Dragon-Human War and there may be a second,
By Beau he was chosen to stop the War,
As DragonBooster he must settle the score,
Between Word and Moordryd Paynn,
Who try to steal his dragon again and again,
Countless times Artha has saved lives,
As DragonBooster he does no wrong,
Though he works with strength and little grace,
He never seems to leave a trace,
of who he is or where he has been.
The Golden Dragon: A Poem about Beau
The last of his mighty Golden kind,
Strong of body, heart and mind,
Beau is the name bestowed on him,
He protects the DragonBooster through thick and thin,
He stands strong in the hardest of times,
And with the DragonBooster he saves lives.
Beau is a mighty dragon of Legend,
His power remains unamtched, unstained,
When it's released from deep within.
A flame from lost embers shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be race that was broken,
The Gold One again shall be king!
Reborn: A Poem about Beau
The golden dragon still glitters,
Not all that is light has been lost,
One still remains to protect us,
Not all are clawed by the frost,
Though shadows still linger around us,
A light from these shadows will spring,
Reforged shall be race that has broken,
Reborn the Gold One shall be,
Remade by that light that bore him,
He shall forever be king!
A Boy called Moordryd: A Moordryd Poem
A boy there is named Moordryd Paynn,
He has a right hand friend called Cain,
He is the Leader of the Dragon Eyes Crew,
Wreaking havoc is all he learned to do,
From the time that he was born,
His life has always been forlorn,
Stealing dragons has been the norm,
For he and his crew its what he likes to do,
But when he tried to steal a dragon of Gold,
He failed and broke his father's planned mold,
All his father thought of him was incompetence,
His father is the worst of parents...,
Yet Moordryd had something he didn't have before,
An Amulet shaped like the Symbol of his crew,
With it he didn't know what to do,
But when he found out of its power,
He knew things wouldn't be the same,
He would never need to hear his father yell his name,
His own destiny was now forged,
He yearned to complete it and show the world what he could do,
He dreamed of the chaos and fright he would wreak,
Now he was no longer meek,
He cared no more for his father,
For now his father was just a bother,
What he does next I do not know,
But it will be chaotic ever so.