Dragon
The fire of your breath, leads to a path to my soul.
Where did you come from, why are you no longer whole.
Life's mysteries dance, hidden in your fire red eyes.
If I listen quietly, I can almost hear your cries.
Your skin is so soft, so cool and green.
Sorrows of the past, yet to be seen.
Your heart so large, yet cold as ice.
Empthany for your beauty, will it suffice.
Hunted and tracked by knights in shining armour.
Admired yet feared by the peasant and farmer.
Your story has many words untold.
As present meets past, in the land of old.
Rose
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