dragon
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The earth walkers appeared as ants, from up in the sky fluff
Cool mist steams off the red fire breather, as he’s hit by sky sweat
As his large wings slice through white tufts,
In the beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
The Word was a whisper, yet also a shout;
I am a dragon.
My fiery mane twists and tangles, remaining unkempt and unpredictable
My spine twists and turns in ways it shouldn’t
Sketches and unfinished paintings hang from my wall like tapestries.
The mythical creature hidden in the mountains
High above the clouds
A fearsome beast waiting for its feast
Something in the darkness waiting to be seen
The only Dragon in all the land, but he isn't doing quite so grand.
People have stole his home and now all he does is fly alone.
Dragons use to be common, you know? But civilization had to grow.
I am not your magic wand. I will not come when you beckon for my flesh. I will not grant your every wish like a genie in a lamp, a slave to your waking whim. I am not chained in bonds of service. Nathan is a free elf.
I help other people
Putting others before myself.
My fire thaws their ice away.
They get too close...
You should never get too close to fire.
Hot burning sparks
Cause
She is twelve when they lock her away,
Too old to truly be a child
And too young to have her own say.
She needs protection, they’ve sworn
For assassins stalk her in the night
And thieves in the morn.
There was once a time in a far off place
A town sat about a strange, but not unfamiliar, monolith
Stood there a palace built on hate and waste
Once upon a time
When knights in armor shined
There waited a young princess
Who had many hobbies and interests
Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant
Water rushes without the light
All alone, a lonely plight
A whoosh of air, I’m not alone
A bright, bright light
Your face then shone.
Once upon a time, there was a dragon
Who spent his time alone
Inside a castle that once held laughter
Now gone, all left was cold stone.
He was never this way
For his true appearance
Once it was a winter dreary
Light was weak, my bones were weary
Thirteen summers passed and counting
I heard the clatter of hooves amounting
Thinking it only the witch
I barely gave a huff and a twitch
they had always assumed the truth had been
that the dragon loomed by the princess to doom the young men who attempted
to save her;
to keep her entombed; the dragon behooved to trap her within the walls.
Dragons are so cruel,
As mean as they could be.
At least, thats what the world decided,
but it's not the case for me!
I need to edit the storybooks,
since they've forgot an important part.
Long, fiery,
Her scale glimmers through the waters,
Rouge and yellow.
She protects the land, forming long mazes,
Left to Right.
All who comes will fear her, for she is
Long, fiery.
The Love that fought the Dragon.
Was so strong, so bold, so free,
The Dragon couldn't win this one,
So he was forced to leave.
The love that fought the Dragon.
was so strong, so bold, so free,
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
Deep misunderstanding
Radiating from within a dark and shadowed past.
Amazing abilities and all around amazing attributes.
Gone for the light of day
On and on the horrific ledgends go.
Do you remember that smile?
When my words jumped a mile a minute and I didn’t have to think before I said a thing
Do you remember madre?
How every day I would sing the same song?
Don’t you remember?
Just what can I say to make you stay
What can I do to stop you from entering the depths of the ocean
I don't want to be the princess trapped in a tower by a dragon, waiting for my handsome prince to come and rescue me.
I want to be the queen with a dragon that sets people on fire when they come near her castle.
Dragons,
You know;
Fire out the mouth
Screaming for their house
Scales covering scales;
Fire breathing dragons.
You can mess with one;
But good luck.
Dragons do exist- I’ve glimpsed one
Flying overhead
But Camelot lies far away
From the confines of my bed
Dragons can breathe fire
To battle a raging fever
His voice booms and crackles
If I were to be a ghost, she said,
I would fly and fly and fly and fly.
To the the land of dreams,
where the final flower still stands.
Poems are a changing thing and are at worst a dragon.Come to consume thoughts and drag words like virgins to the stake. when I was a witchy thing, black wings spread over in grief.
I wrote a hundred poems
About you, for you, to you,
But you never realized
Did you?
Those words were not just words
They were physical pieces
Of a priceless heart
A paper and ink home
See the silent voices on the stand
The black and white beneath your hand
Do you dare to touch or even look
You gaze at the lines in the open book
The dots that bounce with yearning song
A brush of color through silvered night air,
Paints a dragon’s false shape, starlit shining
Majesty with which no one can compare.
Aurous beast, streak through the wind like lightning
The dragon waits
Its wings are cut
It dreams of flying
Soaring the sky
A silent wish
To a dead star
A silent tear
To a dead sea
A silent word
To a dead soul
