The glitter of that sweeping golden wing,

A hesitant pause, a foot placed beside yew,

The Serpent's blood without the Serpent's being,

A pause so deeply seeped in tragedy of two.

A hesitant pause, a foot placed beside yew,

The slightest gasp in granite halls,

A pause so deeply seeped in the tragedy of two,

The faint limp form behind the glittering falls.

The slightest gasp in granite halls,

A rasp of scales and harrowed breath,

The faint limp form behind glittering falls,

A respite before the waters of death.

A rasp of scales and harrowed breath,

The tendons wound tightly to reach for the blade,

A respite before the waters of death,

The scarlet eyes peering without from the shade.

The tendons wound tightly to reach for the blade,

A mistaken glance that sears 'cross the glen,

The scarlet eyes peering without from the shade,

A mem'ry of places both fighters have been.

A mistaken glance that sears 'cross the glen,

The humble momentary recognition

A mem'ry of places both fighters have been,

The fray forestalled by the recall of fission

The humble momentary recognition,

A flicker of old passions long betrayed.

The fray forestalled by the recall of fission,

A glint of terror in all eyes assuaged.

A flicker of old passions long betrayed,

The rekindled hopes of times long past.

A glint of terror in all eyes assuaged,

The Dragon's Form and Feeling meet at last.

The rekindled hopes of times long past,

A wind and waterfall witness Fate's scene:

The Dragon's Form and Feeling meet at last

A private world well hid by granite screens

A wind and waterfall witness Fate's scene

The glitter of that golden sweeping wing,

A private world well hid by granite screens

The Serpent's blood without the Serpent's being.

(A/N: A pantoum written for creative writing class. Some people have told me it's confusing, and others have loved it, so... shrug Have at. Tell me what you've got to say.

Oh, and the spacing is coming out wrong. There should be ten stanzas of four, if I remember correctly.)