The dragon sleeps and dreams
of burning green into a molten state of ash.
One puff of air and then the breezes stir,
as all that once was solid floats away into the
air; redistributing the many things that they
once held to be divine. While here and there,
a burst of light, within a jewel sparkling bright,
reflected fiery light's retorts that rang
in the forever of his eyes.
It's a wonder to look back
beyond the sorrow felt at all the many
yearnings of goodbye, when all the great
emotions that ran through us came to be
no more than just another passing wave
of motion. Spring and summer came and
went; and from the ashes, blossoms of
significance were bent within an endless
Yet now it seems the dragon
another dream, crimson gold and fiery
orange proclaim its glory all around.
Thunder strikes, the dragon roars, while
there within the rain, its tears are shed...
? Michaelette ?
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