Sonnet IX: The Dragon

A beast with scales of a brilliant gleam,

A jaw to crush and sleeping golden eyes,

Creates kingly glory held by the seam,

To be forgotten in cruel twists and lies.

They are ancient rulers, lords of the air,

Wingéd lizards sailing through blue and white

With a beauty and majesty so fair,

Sometimes bathing all the heavens in light.

Hungrily guarding treasure in dark caves,

Protecting love from knights that wander in

Wielding and thrusting lame, feeble staves

To be the dragon; a fight he can't win.

Through freedom and luxury they will soar,

And humans cower by the dragon's roar. 

The End

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