Date: 7/17/2007

Mad Poet 18
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The Dragon

It was under the same pale moon; when
darkness devoured my souls' empty gloom;
and into the dragons' lair this grey warrior
entered.

With no thought of Life or Death; into her
cave I ventured;
More dead than alive, I stared face to face
into the dragons glowing eyes

But in a soft voice I had spoken. Then she asked;
'Where is thy sword nd thy token?'
With no weapon or shield before her I stood
broken.

'I court my death' but slender nd thin,
the Lady Dragon before me stood woken;
with a fire burning deep red within her eyes

She grabbed me nd kissed life back into the
broken.

Your clutches sunken deep into my flesh;
Lady Dragon, let this be my token;
May the Spirit of the Wolf always be with you!
And once more my blood started flowing

You gave me life, I owe you mine.

Though she breath fire into the broken,
I tell you
To whoa a dragon, is no joke then!

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