The Silver Dragon
Roaring fiercely, she fell downward
Towards the ground with pain and wonder.
Her silver scales gleaming,
Like bright stars in the night,
With the blood from the wounds,
Of a terrible fight.
She crashed then tumbled,
Her body unmoving.
Then laid there to bleed,
Until the next morning.
And when morning came, there seemed no life,
From the dragon who lost,
That terrible fight.
Roaring fiercely, she fell downward
Towards the ground with pain and wonder.
Her silver scales gleaming,
Like bright stars in the night,
With the blood from the wounds,
Of a terrible fight.
She crashed then tumbled,
Her body unmoving.
Then laid there to bleed,
Until the next morning.
And when morning came, there seemed no life,
From the dragon who lost,
That terrible fight.
