The Dragon's Breath



'T is a beast of such power and magic,
that if you were to see it whole
and all complete in a single glance,
it's magic would burn you to cinders.

It is everywhere
it is in everything.

It's breath lingers in the night with the form of mist.
So strong and thick that the believer may ride on his wind.

It's scales glisten in the bark of trees
and on the fresh dew from the morning sun.

His roar is heard in the wind and the thunder of dark nights
and it's forked tongue strikes with a power
such as the like of lightning.

Rest weary traveler in the arms of the dragon
Find your peace in his dreams for our land.



Written by Sue O'Shea,
(c) All rights reserved


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