Dragon
A slithering grace
The sinious twisting
Of endless purple scales
Flowing over piled mountes of gold
The crested head lifts
Green eyes stare deep
Into the night, and mind
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
Silence stirs not
Wings stretch, but fold
Leaping limbs and rending claws
Gently sift through mounded gold
Silence stirs
"Come out, I say!"
Deepest voice booms
Shattering the quiet echos
Shifting gold shoved aside
Mirroring the purple light
For far away, the stars shine
Burning bright
The dragon soars high
Ever up, and onwards
Into the endless
And far reaching sky
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