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The Dragons of
Hidebrandt
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Plated Being
Wiping the dew from her whitered eye,
She looks beyond the cresent skys,
Looks upon the blue-steel mane,
The third eye unfocused by lies,
To spend so many years in question.
But kind, the storm, was unknown,
She placed her hand into the shadow,
To dream forth the tail of darkness,
And open the eye of smoke and reason,
The face hidden by the amber,
To draw forth the crystal sword.
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Three warm and
wild eyes,
Rising up and pacing the planes,
Of amber shaded cresent darkness,
She crawls forward within season,
To remember a silver plated time,
Of her life and shadden dream.
Grateful it was over, run away,
From the crystal swords suggest,
The eyes then seem so familiar,
Glad to view you, plated being,
Thee blood armor of the past,
To shatter your scales they say.
To view your here once again,
No time left treasure was her dream.
The broken sword beyond reason,
Run, from the scattered vessel,
Nothing left inside to question,
Her withered eye alone to scream.
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Sleeping
Dragon
Ah, love, the days that stretch between us
lie dormant, bereft of motion,
exhibiting the barest whisper of breath, like a
dragon who sleeps
for a hundred years ...
Coiled still and dreamless,
a massive hulk of bleak hours,
splayed across the chill stone floor, cold skin,
and echoed, silent cries resounding for the touch
of your warmth.
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These black
days curl like talons, hard,
thick scales of armor around my heart, guarding
it
from the wicked swords of empty nights
and days without dreams,
sharp enough to pierce the heavy hide
and draw blood, straight from the heart.
But, like the dragon, the promise of reawakening
fuels our love, keeps us breathing in this
twilight hibernation,
and soon we will stretch sleepily in the dark
stillness,
golden eyes blinking into awareness, rich with
magic,
And our mighty wings will unfurl
and touch one another across the starlit night
and, crying out to life, we will spring upward,
one single, powerful thrust of muscled legs,
sending us soaring
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