# Gates of Osmium Iridium

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Dragons, Kingdom, Legend, Poem, Poetry, empire, mythical

#7 of National Poetry Writing Month

This poem for National Poetry Month is also about dragons! While these dragons will not be directly featured in my book, Reign of Ice, they might be mentioned in passing. However, I do plan to incorporate them into the series farther down the line. It's just too good of an idea to pass up. They have been known by many names throughout history as has their kingdom, but most commonly they are known as Iron Knights.
These dragons are in the same category as the White Wraith I wrote a poem about yesterday. I still need a name for them both and the select other dragons like them. Supreme Dragons is the only thing coming to mind at the moment but I'd like something better.

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Hanging at the edge of the world  
deep within mountains that touch  
the heavens. Colossus of stone that  
have existed since the founding of  
the known world.

A place long since forsaken by  
even the most remote of civilizations.  
Where even the greatest of myths  
and legends do not dare to tread.

A place of unparallelled magnificence  
forgotten and abandoned to those who  
think it only a myth. A mighty fable  
upon which the tales of hero's were built.

Here at the top of the world in towering  
mountains few even know exist are the  
Gates of Osmium Iridium.

Here lie sacred halls abandoned and  
without even a whisper to break the silence.

Mighty thrones carved from stone lie  
waiting with eternal patience for their  
ruler to arrive from his rest.

Mighty statues guard hallways and  
libraries that would take several  
lifetimes to explore to their end.

Soaring wings that bore the weight of  
mountains once touched the heavens  
here at the Gates of Osmium Iridium.

A roar that could shatter the earth once  
shook the halls. Charging footsteps  
made the land tremble worse then  
the fiercest of earthquakes.

Fangs of steel and tongues of silver  
once spoke words of wisdom to the world  
and a kingdom of iron warriors once  
ruled the land with claws that could  
shatter diamonds beneath their grasp.

Here at the Gates of Osmium Iridium  
history holds its breath waiting  
until the time when it will turn again  
and write itself into the present.

For here in these long forgotten halls  
nothing lays abandoned at all.

Tread carefully under the gaze of  
the iron knights whose statues  
guard every corner of this sacred  
and legendary place.

For the statues have ears and  
they are always listening.

They have wings that will shatter  
the earth and carry mountains  
through the heavens.

They have claws to shatter  
diamonds and fangs that crush  
steel into powder.

They have hearts of metal beating  
in patient rhythm as they await  
the time when they will be called  
into action once again.

They have bones of titanium and  
laugh at the weakness of mortals.

The Gates of Osmium Iridium are  
not abandoned and the mightiest  
kingdom world has ever known has  
not died at all.

Theirs is the empire that shaped the  
world and the dragons who reign  
here sit as still as statues carved  
of stone until their time to act  
comes once again.

And when these mighty dragons  
of old stir themselves their words  
will turn the past into the present  
and the future will ride on scales  
made of osmium iridium.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0o2wLe
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