Marshall J. Fletcher

Reading, Pennsylvania

I've been writing poetry since I was in elementary school, about eight years old. I've had my work published in Reading Senior High School's literary magazine, The Red Pen, as well as by The National Library of Poetry. I am also an associate member of The International Society of Poets. I've written under the pen names E. Nigma, Arcanum Pendragon, and most recently THE DRAGON. I feel that poetry is one of the purest forms of art because it comes from the heart and allows you a glimpse into the author's soul.

The Dragon

Grace, Power, Beauty.
All are encompassed in this magnificent creature.
Gliding high overhead,
He dances upon the thermals above, surveying all below.
With unimagined speed he dives,
Filling with terror the hearts of those below.
Racing above the treetops,
He bears down on his target.
With one sweep of his mighty wings,
The village is leveled,
Nothing left but memories.
Returning to his lair,
He is content in the knowledge that he rules all that he surveys,
Crouched upon the ledge,
He spreads his wings,
And with a mighty roar,
Leaps into the sky.
The Dragon flies again,
And He is Me.

True Beauty

Gently rolling hills,
Soft breezes,
A clearing within the forest.
Flowers along the treeline,
A small stream flowing peacefully from the Earth.
This is true beauty,
The serenity of nature,
A place you never wish to leave,
For love grows and blossoms here,
It fills the air,
Gives life to all that is.
This is the most beautiful place that ever was,
And I have seen it.
In Your eyes,
And in Your heart.

Spiraling

Drifting slowly upwards,
It spirals towards the ceiling,
Slowly floating,
Caught by a slight draft,
Its smooth pain is destroyed,
Scattering it until,
As quickly as it came,
The draft is stilled,
And the spiraling continues,
Slowly dissipating,
Until finally,
It vanishes,
And the smoke clears.
The fires of Hope have burned out.