Through the night the wind blows cold,
Ore the mountains and fires old,
It rushes through lost and forgotten,
Cavern roads till the break of day that casts a spell that rings like a ringing bell.
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Have we ever heard the roar of a dragon? Have we ever seen its wings in flight? How often does one see such a myth? Only in fairytales and folklores Its scaly wings bats the breeze And sends us to scurry wondering Did it see me...Will it eat me? But majestically Wings spread as it fly’s across The sea's the waves crashing In its wake its story Shared with children In their wonderland of make believe That was a beautiful poem I loved it...ok I have always wanted to write about dragons...smiles hope you dont mind.