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The Dragon

The Dragon of the night.

So beautiful in flight.

Soaring, Soaring out of sight.

Love its wings, love its eyes.

Shining, Shining as it flies.

Heat pouring from its mouth,

as it's flying, flying south.

Scary as can be, yet shrouded in mystery.

Where do you go to lay your head down?

Is it even on the ground?

We may well wonder this forever.

Since you, unlike most, are not tethered to any one place oh my scaly friend

So this, I must say, is the end.

There's no more that I can say, even though I like to play with

sounds and words, rhymes and birds.

But no, no more on the

Dragon of the night,

that looks so beautiful in flight.

-Natalie Powers

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