Dragonish Poetry

..You walk down a tunnel, going deeper into the cave, and arrive at a small dead end room that has many gold and silver placards with poems written on them. You find yourself very cozy and warm in this small room and wonder how this can be in such a cold cave. You notice a small burning torch alongside each placard and attribute the cozy warmth because of their presence, the light from the torches casting a flickering warm light onto the placards.

((The next few poems are by Vulcan))

A Dragon Of Great Flight -By Vulcan the dragon

Dragons are great creatures,

There wings, and body features.

After dawn, they come out to play, If i was there, i'd watch them dance away.

I ask them for a ride, We fly over the great ocean tide.

Up in the sky, As we fly. It would be great, Looking down at people to skate.

The wind over my head would be music, We all have magic, us it.

Because only once you get a chance to ride, Only once then its gone with the tide.

Only one chance to ride the dragon of great flight.

My Gold Dragon.

I have a pet, Not one Itake to the vet.

This pet is winged, I found, he singed.

He is pure gold, Hes just a story, so i'm told.

I don't care, if you don't believe, But he does, so believe.

I could tell you what he is, but you'd laugh, I don't want to hurt him, I named him Half.

He is half me, And loves the sea.

Once we had a tea party, And candy that was tarty.

Then he had to go, And he said he'd be back, so.....

I'll tell you if you don't laugh, My pet named Half,

Is my gold dragon.

A Dragon Is Like A Rose.

A dragon is hard to find, And is varry kind.

He is good, kind and great, The other dragons, watch people skate.

They skate across lakes, white and frozen, If he finds you, you were chosen.

If you ask, he will take you, And your spirit too.

Roses quietly, die, But you ride, and fly.

And after a great day, You see and say.

A dragon is like a rose, A twinkle on the nose.

Nice kind and gentle, A ride is sentimental.

He leaves, and sings, Leaving you with rings and rings.

Things to think, You pick a rose, how pink.

He flies away, a dragon like a rose.

The Dragon In My Dreams.

Every night I dream, And its the same, it seams.

A dragon, big and bold, His body shines with the color gold.

Dragon Eye -By Amber Vinz

Dragons are crafty, wicked and wise,

You can tell just by looking into their eyes,

If you see a burning red flame,

It can only mean they're betroth in giving pain,

If their eyes sparkle and glimmer of the lightest of blue,

You best be careful what you do,

If your words are truthful and faithful at heart,

You have no need to worry, they wont tear you apart,

But if your words are unlawful and hate is in your eyes,

They will only bring you to your demise.

Black Dragons -By Amber Vinz

Dragons of black and charcoal wings,

Has a breath of death, they're evil things,

At sunset they arouse and then soon take up flight,

Flying throughout the darkest of night,

Seeing their wonderous bodies soar through the skies,

Searching for a kill with their blood red eyes,

You'd better hope the dragon has eaten,

He'll fight to the death until you are beaten,

When daylight breaks he'll fly home to his den,

But beware for nightfall shall come again

Dragon in love with a human -By Amber Vinz

Left in a pool of blood, yet not my own, but it is or was me,

In a world where humans hate us, I am yet a dragon left alone,

There are more then one but I'm torn between the dragon and human,

For my true love is a human... Calidoria, oh Calidoria,

How can a name so beautiful give me such pain and still make my heart sing,

In the depths of my being I wish to rip of the wings, claws and fangs,

Oh to be human with Calidoria,

Yet, I cannot be something I am not and so my tears are in vain,

I tried so hard to be human that I tried to rip the dragon from me,

But without the dragon there is nothing but a shell of a being left to die in a pool of blood.