Unnamed poem
Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:59 pm
A dragon is a creature,
Mighty, full of valor,
Hot-headed, has much power.
They're fiercely independant,
Heads filled up with pride,
Heart deep down inside.
I'd never want to fight one,
There is chance less than five,
That I'll get out alive.
A dragon dislikes human kind,
It will fight on land on sky,
Waiting 'til it's slain or died.
But, what happens when a dragon dies,
Does he have contempt still on his mind,
Or to all creatures is he kind?
I will never know,
But, I've finally realized
We all have dragons deep inside.
Mighty, full of valor,
Hot-headed, has much power.
They're fiercely independant,
Heads filled up with pride,
Heart deep down inside.
I'd never want to fight one,
There is chance less than five,
That I'll get out alive.
A dragon dislikes human kind,
It will fight on land on sky,
Waiting 'til it's slain or died.
But, what happens when a dragon dies,
Does he have contempt still on his mind,
Or to all creatures is he kind?
I will never know,
But, I've finally realized
We all have dragons deep inside.
