The Dragon Warrior


Days of old,
And some of new,
Time will tell
As some years do.

On the 1st day,
Of the 31st year.
She will become a hero
But be lost to someone dear.

Her world will fall,
To be ashes or dust
And then she will rise
A phoenix of the Just.

All she had known,
Will rejoice at the sight,
Of magnificent wings
Silent but right.

With a comrade in flame,
The world will see
A hero and a love
That will forever be.


Written by an anonymous poet,
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