Poem: Dragon


Myths and Magic.
Legends and Tales.
Stories untold about to unfold.
A huge creature.
So graceful,
So peaceful,
Resourceful in its way.
From the arch of its back,
To the base of its tale.
With flames of orange,
Roars from its mouth,
Turning fields to cinders,
With all its might.
Like a ballerina about to take flight.
With wings of some majestic hue.
Eyes of gold speckled blue.
Yes, a Dragon.
I saw it, its true.

© Heather McColgan

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