You spit your fire not caring if you burn someone. Your stick your fangs in the business unaware of the harm of one. You hold your kingdom in bondage; you bombard them when your mood is sour. Leaving your kin desolate and confused while you stand to devour.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|LinzAy (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, January 12 2003, 05:15 pm|
Hehe.....that was a kewl poem, like it!
|anonymous (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, October 8 2003, 09:50 pm|
|Randy Garvin (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, November 21 2003, 05:49 pm|
If you want to see me look into the eyes of a DRAGON
If you live long enough without fear you are the one
I have been looking for for a thousand years.
"Dragons are not real" you say
I tell you Dragons are as real as you and me.
"How do I find a Dragon" you ask.
Dragons drink only the freshest water.
Follow the stream that flows uphill into the
golden sunset for one hundred steps.
Then go into the RED cave for the others contane
only death. Follow the cave to the end and there you
will find Clyong the Dragon king.
|Ashley (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, December 12 2003, 02:50 pm|
I dont Understand
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