by Misty Beyer

Created on: March 30, 2009

Even the mightiest dragon will
hang her head low, Not for the purpose of weakness. Not even over a deep sadness, But for it is she that has seen the colored rain drop from the darkest sky. The colored rain is an ultimate reminder that there is always something unknown to the heart, blind to the eye, and sweet to the smell. The rain is not ordinary, the sight is a beauty like none other. The touch is as if silk petals fell upon her through a slight breeze. The smell is many aromas melted together, Jasmine, China Rain, Cherry Blossom, and such. The rain is not to be feared, Rather more to be embraced. It will cleanse her soul and refresh her spiritual mind.

The heart of the dragon
will beat no more like the rest. For she has walked through the colored rain. Her heart will beat now to a different rhythm. A sound that only could be heard at the tip of the highest mountain surrounded by the wondrous tigers with the golden wings. The beat no longer throbs in to out, but up and down. It is said that the heart that beats in this action is the heart that beats only for the true form and power of knowing.
A dragon of such beauty did not get
to where she is today so easily. She took on much anguish and sorrow to learn from her mishaps. Life had tortured her well but as a phoenix rises from the ashes of a firey flame, The dragon also soars up towards the most stunning star. Which explains the fire like glows that form in a line a long her lustrous tail. The fire is the stars from above. Everytime a dragon rises up a star will often catch a hold of such a powerful creature. She fills the burn of every star that is attached to her without no doubt it is very painful. It's the honor and it is the pride but most of all it's the reminder to herself that she rose from depths of pain to the highest form of a forgiving place that only her and a few creatures like her are able to touch.
The power of the
colored rain does not burn out her stars. It wont because the rain is gentle and soft not wet. The sparkle of her wings will also shine on. For they are the light that she depends upon to guide her in the most evil of all places. The sparkle that you see is only a part of her memories. All that past that has ever been so good she does not lock up inside her heart. The dragon wears this on her wings. For the happiest moments in life is what shines a light on her path to her future.
The scales of a dragon does
not shed. She carries these like a tree bares rings. Each ring is of a time

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