Once upon the darkest hour,
I saw an emerald dragons’ scale,
Shining like a ray of sun,
Heavy as a dragon’s tail.
Peaceful as the rising moon,
I saw the sleeping dragon wake,
She looked at me with quite a stare,
“No need have you to stand and quake”
She whispered to me in my ear,
Of fantasies I’d never seen,
Of elves and dwarves and creatures strange,
And all that lies there in between.
Alas it was now time to go,
So sorrowful I stand and stare,
So beautiful she looked to me,
But terrifying as her glare.
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