The Prince of Beasts Up, high above the sleeping town, As then, he once again will set But, when the clouds succeed to hide Upon such times the Prince of Beasts About the Author Aidan Russell is an American poet and filmmaker. His poetry has appeared in Journals such as The Bluebird Word, and as a finalist in the Unity in Verse Poetry Contest. He is also the writer and director of a number of short films, including: A Criminal Misunderstanding, and I Met You in the Summertime. He lives in Southern California.
A dragon’s flying all around
The sky, amidst the stars that light
The heavens of that gentle night.He spins and dives and carries on
Throughout the night until the dawn,
As then he goes back to his cave,
To sleep and for his strength to save,
For when again the stars will light
The sky upon a cloudless night.
Upon the moon his silhouette.
Just for the twinkling of an eye,
Whilst soaring through the evening sky.
He wears a crown upon his head,
For he is Prince of Beasts it’s said,
And all the creatures of the night
Bow low in rev’rence at the sight
Of dragon flying all around
The sky, above the sleeping town.
The stars, whom often they deride.
Then wistful shall the night things be,
Without the shining stars to see.
And so they ask in vain appeal
The clouds for to the stars reveal.
But clouds are always jealous of
How much the stars are praised with love,
So to the night things “no” they tell
And thus they keep the stars hid well.
Will call the night things to his feasts.
In winter summer spring and fall,
The whole year round they heed the call.
And then what merriment they make,
Until the dawn they are awake.
So thus they spend their cloud filled night
And dragon swears he will take flight
When once again the stars will light
The sky, upon a cloudless night.
