# Gleaming Gold

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Dragon, Fantasy, Gold Dragon, Poem, Poetry

#15 of Poems

This poem is about the gold dragons. Their appearance is a mix of eastern and western dragons. Best known for their opulence and lust for the finest trappings they can find, they are also the keepers of history. Within their giant palaces are giant caverns filled with books and scrolls. All of history written down and copied. But they guard this knowledge jealously and rarely allow others to see it. Instead preferring to recite such knowledge orally whenever someone comes to them seeking answers. Obviously there are ulterior motives for them doing this.
They are also known for their ability which is known as Allure. They can coerce, manipulate, or outright force another person to do their will. Although gold dragons are rarely if ever so heavy handed. Often their influence is so subtle that in many places the thought of them even having an ability like Allure is thought to be laughable or a myth.
Although not everything is known about them there is one thing every dragon knows. The gold dragons are never, ever to be trusted.
This poem will be in the poetry book I'm writing. Any thoughts or constructive criticism is welcome!

* * *

How did gold become so  
wicked? So evil and impure?

What was it that tainted their   
hearts? Made them arrogant  
but with such Allure?

Silver remains as humble  
as the very dust upon which  
they walk.

While gleaming gold hoards  
treasures of abundance inside  
palaces carved in rock.

Curtains made of silk.  
Carpets of the finest thread.  
Great halls filled with history  
that no one has ever read.

Sterling silver may tell  
the tales, but it is upon gold  
that they are written.

Alluring giants hoarding  
wealth and lusting with  
ambition.

Who can resist charms  
of a dragon who shines  
like gold?

Who can ignore their   
whispers as they press  
you into their mold?

Alone and isolated   
away from all the others.  
They have no use for friends  
or equals for they are unlike  
any other.

Fight and scramble if you will  
over your territories of dust.  
Gold has no need for war.  
Their bounty shall not fade  
or rust.

Who do you think it is?  
That makes history weave  
and fold?

Who is it that moves the  
world along?

Who would be so bold?

Gleaming gold would be so  
bold. They would move the  
world.

Think what you will of your  
ambition and might, but to  
them you are but a pawn on  
the board.

They are not the hoarders of  
knowledge or the keepers of   
ancient history.

They are the writers of the   
future. They determine who  
is and what will be.

Every king and nation laid  
before them in every palace.

Every thought and every move  
they make. Inscribed before them  
as if on a chalice.

They drink not wine but ambition.  
For they control the world.

Gleaming gold are the history  
makers and you will do as you  
are told.

Think of them what you will.  
They care not for you little thoughts.  
Nothing you do can stop them.  
All your resistance will be for naught.

Look into their eyes.   
Eyes like finest gems.   
Hear the voice of eternal ages that   
existed long before beast or men.

Hear the groaning of history as  
it comes alive again.

Then tell me little mortal beast  
if you can yet find your voice.  
When you came to question me  
who was it that allowed you  
that choice?

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/A1pVKQqm
Part of the series Poems
Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/715613-twisted-purity.md
Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/736279-rage-of-the-sea.md