What is a dragon?



Is it the mean, greedy monster
I know from fairy tales?
Or the wise, gentle giant
With the smooth, polished scales?
Do they live in volcanoes,
Or in the arctic cold?
Are they blue, red, and black,
Or silver, bronze, and gold?
Are they evil and destructive,
Or on the side of good?
Would they leave a friend in trouble,
Or help them if they could?
Are they beautiful or ugly?
Do they croon or do they roar?
Should I listen to the logic,
Or should I believe the lore?
So many myths and mysteries
Surround these mighty beasts;
I hear they live in far-off lands
With dwarves and elven priests.
In the mounts dwell unicorns,
The clouds the land of pegasi,
Yet I believe that all in all
It's dragonkind that rules the sky.



Written by Janet Lyles,
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