Author Georgia Douglas Johnson In the silence and the dark I fought with dragons; I was battered, beaten sore But rose again; On my knees I fought still rising In my pain: In the dark I fought with dragons. Weary tears Cease your flowing, Even now the dawn appears! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments