|The Last Dragon
Author: imextremelyfamous PM
A Sonnet for the last of the Dragons.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Poetry - Words: 103 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-25-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3095371
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Child of fire, fated for so much more,
In your fury dwelt such innocence;
With grandeur and magnificence adorned,
Your lonely soul shrouded by brilliance.
How could a creature of magic fall so?
Your precious blood spilt on earthy ground;
With wings as limp as a dragonfly's now,
Gilded scales pierced by a lesser compound.
No more fire resides inside your breath,
Abandoned mines in place of blazing lungs,
George is no saint, for he did cause this death,
the fiend: forever halting dragon songs.
Though they say the Age of Dragons has passed,
The world is great, and the sky is vast…