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Dragon
Mar 27, 2011 22:01:02 GMT -8
Post by dragonyear on Mar 27, 2011 22:01:02 GMT -8
Unseen by a thousand naked eyes The Dragon flies low in this city tonight Scales on his belly nearly scrapping concrete Massive the beast though he glides with supernatural ease He is not here to look at the beauty of people Interests laying in the bounty of electrical lights Soaking up the metropolitan luminescence for a thin brush of comfort for his sight He longs for the one, she lives inside the sun He cannot reach her by virtue of the creature he has become Known to hover in dead space as close as he can withstand Holding his breath for years with her image in a silver pendant Many feel the strong wind of his presence though would never suspect The saber like talons slicing the air nearly missing their neck Energy building at the core in a deep sorrow as he continues to hover He needs to hear her words in order to recover Having seen the world out live it's need for poets, sonatas and rituals for the moon He hangs on strongly though needs to hear her voice very soon
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