The dragon goes.
Through the air he flies,
Forever he will roam the skies
Until the day he dies.
His noble scales and whiplash tail
Glitters in the air.
And that free-flying serpent,
That freedom behold,
Shall be forever fair.
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There is no beeste as mightie or majestic as a dragon, or as magical. A murderous Western flame-breather or a peaceful Eastern Imperial it matters not, for all dragons are gifted with magick and an aire of fantasy.
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A shadow falls over the moonlit cliff. The dragon hatchling peers over the edge nervously as her mother nudges her forward. "Come, fly, my hatchling!" The mother cries. She launches off the cliff to show her child how easy it is, hovering in the air, watching.
"What if I fall?" The hatchling whimpers, crouching, muscles tensed. She was very nervous, jumping over the great, black chasm underneath the cliff ledge.
"You won't," assures the mother. "It is your destiny to fly, child! And if you fall, I will try to catch you as you go down."
This didn't excactly calm the hatchling. She shrinks further from the cliff, still whimpering, glancing at her mother, then the nest behind her, trying to make up her mind. She takes another look at the warm nest and back.
"Fly, hatchling!" The mother says again. She is watching anxiously towards the nest, just like the hatchling. "Freedom, child! To fly is freedom!"
The dragon chick makes up her mind. She closes her eyes shut, opens them, then takes a great rush at the ledge. She took a great jump, flapping her wings frantically.
"Freedom!" The chick cries as she leaps.
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I guess this is a sort of a collection of my dragon stuff. sweatdrop I have a lot more, but if I showed them all the page would be very, very, very long. 3nodding I heart LUV heart dragons!!!
