The Dragon


“Crimson scales flash in the moonlight.

The fluid dragon twists serpentinely

     and a forked tail whips in his flight.

A burst of copper fire flows

across the night sky.

The dragon looks like a king, and every creature

is surprised not to see a gilt crown upon his regal head.” The peasant woman paused.

“And the thunder claps you hear are the dragon.

         And the lightning strikes are his fiery breath.

So come nigh, my child, for the dragon is out on his flight.

Come nigh, my child, for the dragon is out tonight.”

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