Dragon Poem 1
By melisma
Tue, 06 Sep 2011
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Flesh of prehistoric fears meld and ancient bones grate.
Frightening intensity, molten inferno.
Acidic caress, the last.
Shimmer of metallic fire envelops.
Her gaze the golden horizon.
Cunning keepers entwined.
Lustrous fang, silvered claw.
Mars’ instruments wielded by Venus.
Sparks of friction, the last.
Spindled back embrace belly scaled.
Darkened flight astray.
Tail of tangled, wielded wings flicker and gleam.
He strains, the light.
Desperate dance of the eternal.
The plunge, it starts, the last.
Warriors clash and fall to cinders.
Leaving nothing but hope.
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I liked this, very visual,
I liked this, very visual, perhaps more so as I was in a pub recently and it reminds me of the bar staff.
Mind you, I was drinking cider.
ScoZen
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