NorthernRoseGirl

Dragons. Some say they never were, And were birthed from imagination. The same say that fantasy Is the realm of children and the insane. To believe in the magical, the mythical, And the fantastic Is to be as a child or a madman. I am neither and I believe in dragons. The majestic Lords of skie Born of fire. In an averie of flames The eggs lie Warmed by mothers breath. Emerging weak and hungry, Parchment wings Unfurl for the first time. Infant sings For mothers attention. Noble, proud and powerful Lords of the skie Reach the very stars with A thermal sigh And one thunderous wingbeat. Upon the winds they soar Swooping,