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| Another poem I wrote, while thinking about dragons - what they are, and what they seem to be... these (this one, and the ancient ones) were written early last year. |
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When I hear the word utter'd softly,
Whispered to winds and carried loft'ly
What comes to mind, I hear you say?
Those wondrous beings of yesterday…
Those creatures strange that walk the night
And come in need to a weary ones’ plight
The faery folk and the dragon brothers
And sisters along with many others.
That scaled pelage, that deep sad eye
That tells of sorrow long gone by
Those wings that bear the mark of pain
Born willingly for the sake of gain...
The leathery hide, that breath of fire
Those eyes that speak of true desire...
For they have stood, come sun or rain
And watched the centuries wax and wane,
And still they stand with stature proud
And cry their call, silent yet loud...
For only those who know can hear...
Only those who don’t shall fear.
You ask what "dragon" means to me?
If you believe, then you tell me...
Sylverwolffe
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