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| I wrote this as a tribute to dragons who just want to be left alone so they come out at night and disappear when the day replaces the night |
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The dragon flew
The night-time skies
A giant bat
To naked eyes
He soared upon
The winds so high
And in the flight
He gave a sigh
On wings so bold
He swirled and dipped
The air was slashed and
Clouds were ripped
With spirits high
He flew to morn
The rising sun glinting
Off his horns
He flipped around and
Quickened his flight
To retuned to his cave
Till the following night.
He arrived at his cave
Without being seen
Curled up and slept
Became lost in a dream
And when the moon rose
In the furls of the night
The dragon again
Would lift off into flight.
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| Sorrows of Death | Land of Purity: Prolouge |
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