AMIDST THE HIGHLANDS |
Ice rimmed, frost shattered and
glacier-worn ancient mountain top, Scintering white, then sudden crimson shadow of dragon as from height it drops, Glaring carmine 'midst snow and clouds, like blood froze hard, Scales sunlight sparkling, not even by encanted steel marred, With graceful, yet frightening speed, banking right as it dives a thousand yards, Slicing through air like razored knife, hurtling down as if a falling slate, A scream of tortured shattering metal, frightful noise makes giants quake! No matter what or whom, all feel the calling, all love the wonder of the flying drake..... |
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