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Tyler Feb 2019
Stars move in dark sky.
White dragon flies with the night.
Cold, dark; beautiful.
Jiya Feb 2019
a fire-breathing dragon
walking quietly out of her cave

a hiss in the wind
it lights the smallest of flames

flames tend to grow
quicker than the sun melts snow

our dragon now roars
a stab of pain in her side

she retreats to her cave
her emotions ready to blow
my soulmate is my dragon, my mount, my friend.
she is the embodiment of me.
s Willow Feb 2019
Red rose
clenched
in the dragon
claw,
once was
white
before contact
with this gothic.
Graff1980 Jan 2019
Dangerous dragon eyes
burn the stars
and scorch the skies
as the warrior lets
her silver blades fly,

Bronze skin
battle maiden,
******* in chainmail,
spear and shield
on her back
as she tracks
the beasts
who attacked
random villages.

Like a Valkyrie
she walked past me
with death on her breath.
All power and confidence,
she passes on to face this
monster in the darkness.

She moved like
a ballet dancer
rushing in
and striking him
in the place where
his scale skin was thin.
then rolled back
before the dragon’s attack.

Fire and fury
bare skin scorching
forcing her
to retreat
but only for
a solitary
second.

Claws cutting,
tail swinging,
scales scraping,
scratches stinging.

The ground
running
with the blood of
both combatants.

One arm
a ragged mess
of jagged flesh.

One dragon eye
destroyed while
sulphur and smoke
choked the breath
from her parched throat.

Long neck charging
as she parried
in a twirling fashion
letting the dragon’s head pass.

It moved quick
but she was faster
and matched that *******
primal fury.

Short silver
sharp dagger
nested itself
slightly above the neck
as the force of the animals
violent
movement
cut itself
making a long sick ****
as it lunged past fast
and finally fell
in defeat.
Kasper Jan 2019
With scales like jade
and a furious roar.
I will draw my blade
and I'll cry out more.

Flames that burn
and wings that fly
I will take my turn
and I'll try not to die

A mouth so wide
it'll devour you whole
For I cannot hide
that I'm not so bold

He spreads his wings
as he prepares to fly
I can hear them ring
as I'm about to die
Pyrrha Jan 2019
Lying in the pit of my stomach
Is a furious fire breathing dragon
I'll never admit it
But that dragon is tearing at my insides
Trying to desperately claw its way out
And devour every flaw, every mistake
It longs to burn the flesh of whom I despise
Claiming me as it's final prize
Grace Jan 2019
You need to change
You know it's true
But it's beyond
What you can do

But don't give up
Though you've tried and failed
Because God can take
Your dragon scales
So i was thinking about Eustace from the Chronocles of Narnia and his whole situation and then I came up with this poem.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
Bronze  Dragon


People  are   hungry.
Suitcase  full  money
only  can  purchase  an  egg.


Tha­t  egg  became
more  popular
than  
female     model  in online.





That  is
the  ghost-economy.




Father,  mo
is  trying  to
****  their  ­ son
by  police  and  poison .

Villagers  are
   supporting   them.





the  supporters  becoming
more  fake
friends
than  act­ual.

This  is
the ghost-family.


By  opening  a
delivered
box, a  Chinese  dragon
toy threw  fire  towards
    a  customer
except  the  original
bronze­  Dragon.


  This  is  
the  ghost- eCommerce.
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