Poems
Dragon Eye
Dragons are crafty, wicked and wise,
You can tell just by looking into thier eyes,
If you see a burning red flame,
It can only mean they're betroth in giving pain,
If their eyes sparkle and glimmer of the lightest of blue,
You best be careful what you do,
If your words are truthful and faithful at heart,
You have no need to worry, they won't tear you apart,
But if your words are unlawful and hate is in your eyes,
They will only bring you to your demise.
Copywrited 1997;
Amber Vinz.
Dragon Treasure
By
Amber Vinz
Dragons treasure of gems and gold,
steal some and your future shall come to a hold,
for dragons, as I far well know,
have awful tempers and it will show,
You can try to hide far away from his lair,
but alas, even across the towns a dragon could smell the tinyest of hair,
Then when he finds you running with all your might,
He'll stalk you even through the darkest of night,
Then when he decides the perfict time to pounce,
There shall be nothing more to do, best not even bounce,
for as any could tell dragon breath,
shall bring you to a terrible death,
now if you come across a dragons cave,
best be carfull and not nave,
do not enter as tempting as it may be,
and remeber the tall I told you for free.
Dragon in Love With A Human
By
Amber Vinz
Left in a pool of blood, yet not my own, but it is or was me,
In a world were humans hate us, I am yet a dragon left alone,
There are more then one but I'm am toren between the dragon and human,
For my true love is a human... Calidoria, oh Calidoria,
How can a name so beautiful give me such pain and still make my heart sing,
In the depths of my being I wish to rip off the wings, claws and fangs,
Oh to be human with Calidoria,
Yet, I can not be something I am not and so my tears are in vein,
I tried so hard to be human that I tryed to rip the dragon from me,
but without the dragon there is nothing but a shell of a being left to die in a pool of blood.
Amber Vinz.
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Black Dragons
By
Amber Vinz
Dragons of black and charchoal wings,
Has a breath of death, they're evil things,
At sunset they arouse and then soon take up flight,
Flying throughout the darkest of night,
Seeing their wounderous bodies soar through the skies,
Searching for a kill with their blood red eyes,
You better hope the dragon has eaten,
He'll fight to the death untill you are beaten,
When daylight breaks he'll fly home to his den,
But beware for nightfall shall come again
Copywited 1997;
Amber Vinz.