Majestic Monsters

• Jackson James Rose-Ware,
• Poetry
• 2007

A tale, a legend, a story,
In all their gizzards and glory,
The dragons roam,
Near and far from home,
They glide and they hide,
True to none but their rider,
For the two, even hell had no divider,
In the moon, shines its scales,
As it howls and wails,
Silent as elvan sails these gargantuan lizards are,
Some prefer blizzards,
Made by mighty wizards,
Their fiery breath ready to scorch and burn,
They are a dying race,
And none can take their place.