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Looking for someone

„Looking for Someone"

I can see their fire far in distance,
Between shadows, between lights,
The night awaits for your flights,
There I’ll find that Dragon sight

I feel them; they’re looking at me,
Out from the deep, they are here, 
Red, blue, black… too many colors,
So my eyes, …. so my body, will have to follow,

I can see them in the distance,
Probably they are coming for me
Look…, look! Also you can see!
Dragons are here, they are here for thee.

*Keep looking, Dragons are not too far…*

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Dancing on air

Dancing on air

Dancing On Air 
Flying, soaring
Dancing on air,
I sail the thermals
Without a care.

Climbing, diving
Spinning with flair,
Where I go
I know not where.

Oceans, lakes,
Come into view;
Their crystal clear waters
A beautiful blue.

The mountains, the plains,
Come into sight.
Explore them all,
All day and all night.

Tis good to be a dragon
With a view from here
Flying, soaring,
Dancing on air.

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Why is it so hard, a dragon to be?
No one listens, no one understands me.
Why am I shunned, rejected by man?
No one to guide me, to give me their hand.

People are cynical, so I have seen,
Turning away, is the normal routine.
They say I am thoughtless, nasty and rude,
Always offensive and in a bad mood.

All I have wanted, is someone to care.
Someone just like me, to listen and share.
Under the armor, and kept out of sight,
A dragon is caring, kind and polite.

Life is repressing, it crushes my soul,
Makes me resemble a shell, not a whole.
All that remains is a large empty void,
A place where feelings have all been destroyed.

Sometimes I think how I miss the clear nights,
Looking above at the shimmering lights.
Dreaming of freedom, that used to be mine;
Wondering this, „Am I one of a kind?“

Others may chuckle and give me odd stares,
Looking at me saying, „Who really cares?“
Those are the comments that cause such sharp pain,
Living together, and yet feeling slain.

Why is it so hard, a dragon to be?
Standing alone, no one talking to me.
Being an outsider, just looking in,
Waiting for someone to tell me, „Come In.“

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Dragons of winter

Dragons of Winter

As the first fingers of frost touch the ground,
the chilled whistle of the wind is the only sound.
Snow and ice now blanket the land,
marred only by mysterious footprints like tracks in the sand.
Silent footfalls can be heard in the misty early morn,
a shadowy chamealeon ventures out from caves where it was born.
A creature of mystery with scales the color of ice and snow,
and who’s chilling breath is colder than the strongest wind may blow.
From northern lands of ancient yore,
they browse the snow drifts and ruins for books of magic and lore.
In caves of crystal and ice they rest,
like silent sentinels they guard many a crystal nest.
These mysterious dragons of ice and snow,
though rarely seen into the pages of history they flow.
And as quietly they rise from the mist and appear,
they fade from sight into the moonless night and disappear.

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Magi Dragons

"Magi Dragons"

Among the eldest races of dragonkind,
they are the most difficult to find.
Of the greatest skill in magic were they,
once their great power could turn night into day.
Long ago in the past this was true,
yet now in the present they are scattered and few.
Ancient forests and hills were once their home,
and from these places far and wide they would roam.
Untill one day when their magic was lost,
the pendulum had swung back and to them at great cost.
A cataclysm did not befall them rather they just faded away,
and we are left with but a few Magi dragons today.
Of those few wondrous creatures that today yet still remain,
bring us joy and from our sorrows help us refrain.
To catch a glimpse of their wondrous form so beautiful and fair,
to see their coat of tiny iridescent scales and flowing long silken hair.
To gaze into their warm and glowing eyes,
to watch them as on great wings they mount to the skies.
Their movements so graceful and poised yet their body so powerful and strong,
something that would make one wonder if in imagination was where they belong.
For this is why they are so rare and hard to find,
and they appear only to those whose imagination refuses to be confined.

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Dragoness soars in the sky
dragoness, I watch you fly
Through the clouds, through the rain
I claw at my heart, I claw at the pain
You are the light, you are my bain
I am the darkness, I am to blame
Your life so delicate, your grace so great
Mine full of horror, my isolation is my fate
I am so cold, my eyes like slate
I shiver occasionally, the warmth shows through
Dragoness, dragoness in the brewing clouds
you fly freely through the stormy rain
The darkness returns, I avert my eyes
I dont want you to see my pain
You are gone, I deal with the pain
It wells up inside me, a festuring wound of self blame
I wish to die, but I cannot try
would forever my tired soul burn and fry?
I continue on, my tiring course till twilight
I am tired of the worry, tired of the fight
I pray to you, my dear dragoness
I pray for the calmness, the mercy of your might
I live on to breathe your scent, see your wonderous sight
I help you in your exploits, but stay neutral with my self hatred spite
Will I ever heal my blight?
I pray to you, my dear dragoness, that you may see far ahead
and steer a steady course to the darkness of Twilight.

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There once was a dragon named Pricky
Who said that his gum was too sticky
I grabbed the big wadd, and then oh my god
he ate me that dragon named Pricky
Then later that dragon named Pricky,
Haked up a big glob that was icky,
He spit me right out, right out of his snout,
Right out of that dragon named Pricky.
I ran from that dragon named Pricky,
Who chased after me every quickly,
I grabbed a big sword and prayed to the lord
I could kill that big dragon named pricky,
I threw the swoard at that dragon named Pricky,
The swoard stuck right into his pinky,
He hooed and he shouted, and cried and he pouted,
He cried that big dragon named Pricky,
, I got away from that dragon named Pricky,
Who probably feels very icky,
I hope he never comes back for with kindness he lacks,
That great big mean dragon named Pricky.

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Dragon Tears

Dragon Tears;

I look at the world and see all that we have lost, and my heart cries out.
I see how shallow human beings have become, and my soul cries for
What have we gained, what have we learned as we increase with 
power? We have a scarred, polluted earth, hellholes of concrete, water not fit to drink and air not fit to breath.
Our science, our techonology has come at a horrible price.
I think of the noble dragons, those who have fled this wolrd in fear of extiction. They were right to flee from earth.
I wish I could have gone with them.
Man has forgotten a different time, a time when magic beings walked the earth, and the forests were pristine.
Then the Dragons soared in the skies, the unicorns roamed the forests and fairies played in the flowers.
But the foolish humans fear what they do not understand.
We can never understand creatures of magic.
We hunted the dragon and the unicorn, drove them into hiding.
The magical creatures left our world for the magic places made just for them. Some lucky people have found their way into these amgic worlds, and they understood the gift they were given.
I have read the old fairytales and legends, seeking to know these creatures.
When the warriors destroyed the dragon, they knew our world was not safe for them.
When we lost these magic beings we lost a part of ourselves.
The world will never be the same again.
We know only that Dragons and unicorns exist in fairytales, but we do not know they once walked among us. Tears fall from my eyes when I weep for the friends I have never met.
I weep for the lost Dragons.
I weep for all that we have lost because of our foolishness.
If only the knights understood what they really were.
Some dragons are good, not the ferocious beasts of legend.
Dragons haunt my dreams.
I know they are still out there somewhere, in a world far away.
The loss of earth’s magic will destroy us.
Now we our left with nothing but techonlogy and a wasted earth.
Soon humanities own arrogance, our own greed will destroy us.
I ponder these things with a heavy heart.
I know the briefness of my own life, it will be extinguished like a candle snuffed out.
This old world will slowly crumble to beath.
I pray for God to save us, save some remnant of the human soul.
Soon there will be a new heaven and a new earth, and the Dragons will live in peace, and this earth will not be destroyed.

by Lady Seraphina

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Sultry and soft like the sweetest morning dew,
her smile is good and warm when she looks at you.
So perfect she seems with her heartfelt smile,
while her true motives churn within all the while.
A form so soft and fluid of motion,
to look into her eyes is to have swallowed a love potion.
Her body curvaceous and full of womanly charm,
but in the end her loving arms will only bring you harm.
The soft caress of her warm soothing touch,
for all but the strongest is far far too much.
In her loving arms she craves you so,
to make her way off to her lair with your body in tow.
With love she will lavish and tempt your soul,
to pull you in deeper so she can take you in whole.
Soon for her shall be the joy as your souls mesh.
as onto her tongue you will go as she endeavors to consume your flesh.
From her tongue and into her throat you will go,
then as a struggling lump into her belly you flow.
Now the dragoness can relax her belly full,
for none can resist the maneater’s pull.

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Dragons in the mist

Dragons in the Mist

In the hot and misty jungles,
live the mysterious golden verungles.
They wander jungle ruins of ancient lore,
only to venture out on misty forest floor.
Though rarely seen they flourish in legend and myth,
confirmed to exist only by pigmies whom so often they are seen with.
Often found basking in the mid-day sun,
these golden frilled giants praise it’s warmth as the only one.
A feast of fruits for themselves they make,
as roasted meals with their fiery breath they bake.
Over many a cloud covered canopy they fly,
and many a blustery wind blows as they soar by.
And those lucky enough to hear their song would think themselves kissed,
by the mysterious dragons in the mist.

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Red Beauty

Red Beauty

Under the moons
Glistening with light
Lies a beauty
Ready to fight.

The foe first a shadow
Then it comes near,
Ready to strike,
At the dragonlings perched with fear.

The red spreads her wings
Pumps her wings once,then twice,
In the words of a gambler,
She’s rolling the dice.

Then the foe leaps
Right at her breast
Now the red strikes
To prove she’s the best.

The thing lie there
Silent and cold.
It must have been hungry,
Or just very bold.

Randall „raven“ Havens

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A final farewell

„A Final Farewell“
By: Janice Subido

Standing on the cliffs and looking out at the horizon-
I see you out there:
with your wings stretched out at your sides
and finally being able to fly-
just like you always wanted.

Side by side with the love of your life,
you soar through the skies and disappear from sight.
And as I watch these things happen,
tears start flowing from my eyes.
Because I realized…
the day you fly away is the day we say good bye.
One of us stays grounded while the other takes flight.

As I hold you close for one last time,
I close my eyes and remember this moment for the rest
of my life.
Even though the thought of saying good bye hurts,
I know this is what you deserve…
Your happiness is what matters most to me-
even if it means letting you go,
enabling you to be free.
Your life awaits you out there & I can’t hold you
I must let you go and try to live on my own now…

With tears still streaming down my cheeks-
I hug and kiss you for one last time.
With your gentle wings around me,
your face pressed up against mine-
I feel that safeness I once felt not so long ago;
the feeling of being loved and cared for…
And though I try to hang on, I know I must let go.

And with one final squeeze, that one last touch-
we finally say good bye.
With one swift gust, you soar through the skies
while I stand here and watch you for one last time.

And as I walk away, the last of my tears fall to the 
lonely ground…

(c) Janice Subido

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The warm evening air hung tense,
my apprehension about this evening had begun several nights hence.
Outside all that can be heard are the heaviest of rains,
as the dragon’s presence fills the room and magic courses my veins.
Slowly I begin the chant,
in foreign tongue like some mindless rant.
Melodious words on the tip of my tongue,
to become a great creature of fiery lung.
I can feel a force rising deep within,
to fill my soul with power and keep it in.
A wave of energy encircles my soul,
while around my body the winds of change encoil.
Like a shiver up my spine it goes,
then into my mouth and throat it flows.
My skin into burnished scales is mold,
as out from my back great leathern wings unfold.
My fingers and toes become the sharpest claws,
and armored scales lacking even the smallest flaws.
A light in my soul so fiery and true,
to shed this human form and become something new.
And the time comes when the dragon that is I enters this realm,
as the ethereal barrier do I finally overwhelm.
My hopes and dreams are finally achieved,
when apprehension and worries all are relieved.
I spread my great wings to soar of in the sky,
on warm morning winds as into the sunrise I fly.
To soar across the land with the grace of a dove,
as I gaze down upon forests from the sky high above.
I glide over mountains on the back of the wind,
to float down to the sea and gaze across ocens without end.
When evening falls I make my way across moonlit night,
to join fantastic creatures in a historic flight.
The quest of my soul has finally come to pass,
as my dream of becoming a dragon has come true at last.

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Dragon night


Clear starry skies under cool moon light,
hot breathed beasts on leathern wings take flight.
Serpentine angels soar across the land,
scaled backs glistening, great wings soaring.
Band after band they flock to ocean shore,
to drink and sup and dance and sing.
As ocean waves crash upon their claws,
they dance and play upon the midnight shore.
Merrily they frolic from wave to wave,
tail in tail they went, into the sea.
And so I followed with human toes,
into the sea I strode, and soon on dragonback I rode.
We flowed into the sea on that starlit night,
when soon there came the morning light.
I awoke to gaze upon my window,
and remember my dragonnight.

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On silver wings

On Silver Wings

The thunder rolls
The lightning strikes
As I make my way
Through the night

A velvety sky
Carresses me
As I fly along
On silver wings

I Call the rain
I Call the hail
It comes pouring down
Without fail

The massive clouds 
Form creatures and beings
As I fly along 
On silver wings

Electric light
Like St. Elmo’s Fire
Strikes around me
In a thunderous choir

The roiling winds,
Chaos they bring
As I fly along
On silver wings

The sleeting rain
Pounds on my back
It floods the land
In a watery attack

Only in a dream
Did I see these things
As I flew along
On silver wings

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First day of spring

First Day of Spring

On the First Day of Spring
As the Morning Glory blooms
And the Shadow of the Dragon 
Dances down the temple steps
He emerged from the budding oak
and stemming honeysuckle.
His movements were fluid,
His eyes were gentle,
His scales a liquid black,
His horns and claws a soft silver.

Slowly, He approached me
Sensing my fear and curiosity.
He explained He had chosen me
for his human counterpart.
From that moment on
His Heart and mine were one.
Through the seasons and time,
I learned His ways as He learned mine.
Always together, if not in body
by Mind, Heart and Spirit.

The last time I saw Him was
the day before the First Day of Spring.
He said our time together was done.
It was time for Him to go.
On the First Day of Spring,
As the Morning Glory recesses
And the Shadow of the Dragon
Is fading from the temple steps,
He had departed ’neath the budding oak
and stemming honeysuckle.

I know He has gone
Where I cannot follow.
But His Heart and Mind
Are still vivid within me.
And on the First Day of Spring,
When the Morning Glory smiles at the sun
And the Shadow of the Dragon
Prances about the temple steps,
I can still feel his soft scales
And hear his wise voice.

And I realize no matter where He is,
He is always right beside me.

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Dragons do not die. They sleep
And watch, and dream of the world they left behind.
Not the magic sword, the jewel and the skimpy maiden
But the naked figure with the power of the mind
As their only weapon, and the upraised hand
And the maiden choosing a wiser way than marriage
When there is knowledge to be won.

Dragons need no gold. They hoard words.
Sentences and clauses are kept tight in their teeth.
For they duel not with foolish steel, but with Words
The ones that shaped the molten world, and make
Swords softer than clay with one taunt.
Their riddles tie men’s bones in knots
Leaving them helpless under quivering curses.

Dragons use no wings. They fly
On the winds they call for themselves, and the imagination
Of the ones who speak them forth, seeking runes
Long forgotten, but strumming with their mouldering power.
They soar beyond worlds, through time, outside of space
Where mockery cannot touch and there is only the taste
Of stars like candles waiting to be blown out. 

Dragons fear no man. The knights
They have seen have only faith in the weapons given
By well meaning wizards, who do not know the ancient Law
That Love and Honour are the only armour for a hero
And that Ignorance and Fear are his only foes.
They only see the swirling magic light, the orb, the stone
And do not reach beyond for their Power.

Dragons breathe no fire. Theirs is the flame
That kindles in the heart and inspires the hand to create
Or the mind to wonder, or the eyes to roam beyond
And see the colours in the dark, or the song in the air.
Theirs is the burning light that guides the seeker
and brings the Shadow to be faced
That all who seek may be made whole.

© Joanna Berry 2000

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Dragon prayer

Dragon Prayer

Great Sairys, Ruler in the East
Of dragons soaring in the dawn
The golden light of faith and hope
That cheers us that the night is gone
Please see me from your gardens fair
And lend the wondrous power of Air

Great Fafnir, Ruler in the South
Of dragons of the warmth of life
The ruddy cheerful glow of strength
That bears us up in worldly strife
For Good to which I dare aspire
Please breathe on me your cleansing Fire

Great Naelyan, Ruler in the West
Of dragons of the restless sea
The blue light of the world of dreams
Of visions of the world to be
Please let the power of Water flow
To feed a blessing, make it grow

Great Grael, Ruler in the North
Of dragons of the solid earth
The white light come to shine on me
And purify my little worth
The strength of Earth beneath my feet
Please send to make the four complete

Earth and Fire, Water, Air,
Stone and light and sea and sky
I call on you to ward my friends
Because they need you more than I
But if there still is something left
When you have done these other things
Come dwell, so welcome, in my home
And shelter me beneath your wings.

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Spiral’s Breach

Dark shades fall nearing dusk
Waters still with autumn’s musk.
Alone, lost, of place and time
True form tossed with force malign.

Now borne fool, bent and weak
Wanders fore for lands to seek.
Souls wed of World’s beast
Bones ground with leaven yeast.

Searching guides in false lands
The fool’s quest, with wrinkled hands.
Knowing only what cannot be
Empty sockets, with eyes that see.

Ending hope with passing day
The trackless night lights the way.
Tears of knowing should there be
Emerald Lady hear this plea.

Flowered serpent on dry land
Water’s mountain past the sand.
Let plumed pinions rise once more
Coiled serpent fly storm’s shore.

Oh Great Mother of gods slain
Of cruel sons with swords of pain.
Please Wise Lady let fly free
Mortal’s chains of hanging tree.

A broken dragon seeks once more
Past lives stolen, through fate, restore.
A desperate child cries a plea
Oh Bright Lady, can it be?

Alone and hurt, could hope yield,
The spiral’s breach, for lives revealed?
Of scales bright and wings strong
For playful flight and joyful song.

Kestrel (c) 2000

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Goodbye my friend

„Goodbye my friend“

Magnificent dragon flying high, 
Tell me! Why is it that you cry? 
For your covered in rubies, diamonds and gold, 
You are the reason magical tales are told. 

Graceful and dazzling you glide through the sky, 
Strong and cunning you’ll never die. 
So tell me now, please don’t lie, 
Just let me know, why do you cry? 

For why I cry is not to hear, 
It tells of a story not for young ears. 
But there comes a time when we all must die, 
That is the reason for which I cry. 

I may be covered in rubies, diamonds and gold, 
But like everyone I grow old. 
So you see I’m neither graceful, dazzling nor strong, 
I’m simply the same as everyone. 

Leave me alone up on this rock, staring out to sea, 
Up in the clouds, way up high, he’s calling me. 
For my time on this Earth has come to an end, 
I’ll think of you always, goodbye my friend. 

(c) By Claire Dixon, England.

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