Novel in progress, "Hotel California"

[Mrdrewski101]

Hello guys

here's a poem of mine. with a link afterwards to a blogger page which has the first four pages of my novel. love people to read it and feedback.

much thanks Drew Dickson

Total eclipse

A suit of armour bounces down a shingled slope
Pretty Sparks flare off the armour as it skids to a final halt
In a contoured heap the glowing armour cools down
Within the suit of armour the journey down the slope wasn’t as spectacular
More snap crackle and pop.
Reanimating, the suit of armour unfolds to a stand
Slouched, its chest pushes out arching its back – popping its spine into place
The mountain sits over shadowed with darkness
Where a dragon breaks the curtain; bellowing out a concussion of loud fire, up into the demon sky
Its body shimmers with light from the fire- like a skin of a thousand dancing candles.
Our suit of armour huffs a heavy breath and proceeds once again up the slope.
The dragon continues to celebrate victory against his metallic foe.
After re-climbing the precarious ascent our suit now stands dark in front of his burning giant.
The dragon laughs deep with crackling notes; the suit of armour reciprocates with a cool stance.
Meanwhile the eclipse nears to an end.
The moon begins to pass its victim, giving freedom to the sun once again from its lunar prison.
The polished suit of armour reflects the suns light in a powerful beam in refuge. The dragon’s nocturnal sight is blind in the plight.
Moving like a locomotive, the suit of armour breaks its stance,
The dragon’s chest suddenly burns with metal; as a glistening sword penetrates its shimmering golden skin.
Thunder and lightning breaks out of the dragon’s coal laced lungs.
The dragon fallen, daylight re-fills the void of the demon sky.
The suit of armour dissembles
Steaming armour and damp rags litter the rocky ground -where now a broad nude plinth of a man stands in a profusion of moisture, body simmering in a dazed sweat of bereavement.
The Dragon slayer: stands on top of mount Dragoon, eyes closed… silent victory souls from the rhythm of his pumping chest -he breathes.