Elegy For the Reptiles of Old

To give life to the long dead and gone

In woven words of truth and honour

the poet’s concern, their endeavour

to lament the passing of the former

for the latter to perceive, understand

when loved ones pass, we cry, mourn

for both humans and animals alike

do we stop; give pause and thought

to the great and the kingly beasts

that roamed and reigned before us?

the reptiles of old, terror to behold

once they ruled over green and blue

the land, the sea, and the sky above

we recall, tho' fleeting their time

we meditate tho' on what they were

for now, tho', they are but a memory

oh, to have seen their majestic glory

to gaze upwards and grant them infamy

deserved and just, as they garnered

respect and fear, in equal amounts

now, in craters and quarries, we find

dust for bones, sound sorrowful tones

the remains to be found, we surround

once great hunters of beast, foragers

stood tall, mighty, now they are fallen

many millennia passed by, as they lay

in death, their memory, though, lives

fossilised, yes frozen in time's annuls

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Author's Notes: So thought I'd do something a little different from my previous entry, which was more on the fun and silly side. Wanted to do a real, deep and meaningful elegy-style poem to the fallen reptiles of old.