Winged mistress of the skies
Swooping, swooning, calling sighs
Clouds part before her frame
Mortal man won’t dare to tame
Breathing fire from within
Mighty dragon, last of kin
Claws and fangs, sharp as steel
Stalk and grasp an ample meal
Shining scales, the purest stone
Magic words are also known
Green eyes fierce as raging storm
Fighting all with perfect form
Flying steed at home on earth
None were present at your birth
Cruelly forgotten, cast off you were
Left for those with hoofs and fur
Witless things unable to soar
Lost anew, our dragon lore
What became of unicorns?
Swallowed up by time and thorns
Centaurs too have loped away
Gone forever and a day
Pixies, ogres, even elves
All just pages on my shelves
Griffins with their catlike ways
Fly away their wings they raise
Dragons please come back to me
Live again and be free
Legends and myths are all that survive
But I know you’re real and once were alive
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