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The Dragons Tear [The End]
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Fantasy/Dreams She rose from the stables one dawn and saw,
A young man pointing for her to come,
She followed bare foot in her ragged clothes,
Leaving behind her owners and rising sun.
The man was armed with a shining sword,
An image of a Dragon sheading tears,
She stared at the sword 'til he turned to her,
And made her see all her fears.
He pointed to a tomb in the north mountain,
And while following the man she entered,
A small jewellery box attracted her to memories,
Her life as a slave had just ended.
She remembered her mother and the roar,
And the tear that rolled down her face,
Why was the girl damned to be slave?
It was because of her true race.
The Dragons tear ran down the girls skin,
While the young man handed her the sword,
She walked out the tomb knowing her own secret,
Freedom and the truth is what she adored.
The Dragon still strongly roams in her mind,
Until the day she'll meet deaths kiss,
The Dragon is the one I too want back,
The tear will show she's who we miss.
WONDERFULL
Wonderful knowing the dragon has found its way home at last. She didnt desrve to live as a slave. But instead should be treated as the princess she always has been
good poem hun
darr
phil-carcione@attbi.com
This isn't the usual style that I like but these three lines did it for me:
And the tear that rolled down her face,
Why was the girl damned to be slave?
It was because of her true race.
Right in the middle of this you threw in this slavery reference and bang it all changed. Very nice I liked it.
~Phil~