This is a place filled with a winterlike silence, with only soft wingbeats every so often. These are the poems of the Dragons. I hope you will enjoy them, and please do not take them for your own. Thank you.

Dragon Tears

Dragon's eyes,
Gold and bright, 
Shining out 
Into the night.

Fire rising
Through the mist,
Lighted by
The sun's first kiss.

People fleeing,
Full of terror,
Except one girl
With golden hair.

Brave is she,
Strong and bold.
Never bound
To any hold.

Scales of green and gold,
Glittering blue
In the morn,
Shining through.

"Brave are you,
Not to fear me." says he.
"I will not harm you
You may go free."

His golden tears
Fell all around.
Dripping softly
to the ground.

"Why do you cry,
Oh Dragon sir,"
The maiden asked
To be quite sure.

"Oh, maiden,
You do not need
To know the problems
Of this weed."

"But, oh, sweet dragon, "
She touched his nose,
"where there are weeds,
A flower grows."

"Ah, but maiden,"
He gazed from above.
"When I looked at you,
I fell in love."

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.

Then the pages are closed, and the Dragon is caged.
She is just a memory, there on the page.
And I beg of you reader, free her, my friend.
Open the pages, let this not be the end.

SHE

The Dragon flies into the dusk on silver, painted wings,
And though she rides the sky alone, she has learned many things.
She knows the sea runs to the sand, and where the moon takes rest.
She greets the noble unicorns, and flies where phoenix nest.
Her eyes seek treasures of the mind, not any mundane thought.
She knows of all the Dwarven smiths and what their skills have wrought.
Her silvered scales have seen the rule of mighty kings gone by,
And when the cause of good was lost, she would often cry.
She felt the pain of mother's loss as her children died to fight,
all the foes of dragon kind that killed to show their might.
In my heart, this dragon flies, and keeps my heart and mind.
She taught me how to love, and learn, and made my path defined.
She led me down the darkest trail, so I could face my fear,
And though I feel her weakening, I know that she is near.
And before she spreads her wings to fly forever to be free,
I will fly just one more time, for I know that SHE is ME.

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