Far away, at the edge <br />of the world <br />The dragons met <br />And then they wept <br />great tears. <br /> <br />Extinction, too late, <br />So now we die <br />Magic has gone <br />We cannot prevail <br />However we raille <br />Against our fate. <br /> <br />A figure, so tiny, <br />spoke to them. <br />We can survive <br />We are alive <br />My dears. <br /> <br />Fools cannot perceive <br />That we exist <br />for ever, as long <br />as one wise child can <br />grow into a man <br />And still believe.<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-world-s-edge/
