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"Fire blowing, nostrils flaring,
He stands on his hind legs.
Not that smart, never daring,
To leave these iron gates.

He flaps his wings,
Once, then twice,
And the breeze sings,
He can't help but think how nice
It is to fly again.

Over country, rivers, seas,
He glides throughout the day.
Sending villagers down to their knees,
For they are his prey."

"In my bookbag, I confess,
Lies the dragon from my desk.
It ate my homework, and when it was done,
It started on my honey bun.
I opened up my bookbag-it gave an evil hiss!
So I sat it on my teacher's desk with a big, fat Hershey's Kiss!

Like a happy slug, he lies
Across the threshold of his prize
Mounds of gold, he does behold
Through a milky eye.
And despite these pretty things
He yearns for days when his wings
Could carry him across the plains
That he regards as his domain.

But now he lies, disatisfied
Despite the treasures kept inside
His humble cave, so deep beneath
The Earth that no sun brings relief.
For he longs to feel the air
Princes brave, and ladies fair
Foolish knights, watched by their wards
Fell at the jaws which conquered swords.

But now he sleeps, as parents fail
To tell their children fairy tales
Of fiery breath and lethal claws
The dragons' legacy is no more.
And so he sleeps, for then at least
Dreams bring back the days when beasts
Could claim kingdom to the Earth
But this is all that dreams are worth.
He lies across his golden bed
Blinks blind eyes and shakes his head
And finally sleeps forevermore
So Dragons may exist no more.

"Fire born, winds breath
Earth made purely Seth
Sought to see,
Sought to flee
Dragon black with death

I must insist,
Do not resist"
Crying call,
Standing tall
"They do exist"