by Ryan Cruz

Created on: September 28, 2008

Thy fire has an ever glow,
Thy claws in dagger like stance,
But graceful is this beast,
Almost like it is in a trance.

Thy scales a polished shine,
Rings through out the air,
Thy wings large as an airplane,
And has not one hair.

They may call you a lizard,
But one thing is for sure,
The magnificent beast I speak of,
Is way too pure.

This animal is truly divine,
This beast I am not braggin,
Many have tried to describe it,
But its name is called a dragon.

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