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DRAGONS |
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Jason's fav of all mythical creatures |
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Dragons souring high, wide wing span up in the sky, reds and yellows blues and greens, wanting waiting to be seen. Swift and fast he does fly breathing fire in the sky, He demands to be heard, the dragon, souring like a bird. Fearless in his plight, to take his enemies, while in flight The Dragon, The Dragon
Copyright 2000 Vicki Knox |
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"It never does to leave a live Dragon out of the equation" (The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien) |
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"This of course is the way to talk to dragons, if you don't want to reveal your proper name (which is wise), and don't want to infuriate them by a flat refusal (which is also very wise). No dragon can resist the facination of riddling talk and of wasting time to trying to understand it." (The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien) |
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Fading Dragon
Fire born of Dragon's breath. Immortal creature, immune to Death. Eyes of emerald, gleaming cold. Claws of Iron, Scales of Gold. Turns her head to gaze at night. There is no moon within her sight. She knows tonight she won't be found. Her wings raise her from the ground.
The dark land below drops out of sight. She soars towards mountains, tall in the night. But alas, she knows she will soon fade away, Born of the night, yet dying by day.
Life fills her heart, as the air fills her wings. And she opens her jaws, and she silently sings, "Free for the night, wishing for always." But the light is dawning with chill morning haze.
Copyright 1997-99 Tiffany |
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Ode To The Dragon
Winged grace, Tracing the circumference of the earth; Wind dancer Cloud artiste Child of the blazing sun.
Glowing distances unfurl 'Neath rushing wings, Matching the escaping night. Eyes burn, reflecting stars, And talons grasp mountains.
Oh! Creature of the upper airs, What joy is there, to match your flight? Your palace of the airy halls And forest floor Resounds to freedom.
See you, speeding as the arrow, Your burnished scales And blossoming breath Are herald to the seasons' train; Who can define the glory of your name?
~Fledge~ (All due copyright to Gail Nicholson, 1998) |
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