Poem 5: Dragons

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What a creature,

Not created by nature.

Such a beauty,

What a pity.



Legends and myths,

Tales with twists.

Battles and war cries,

King's knight dies.



Burn to ashes,

Frozen with icy gashes.

Shields and swords clashes,

A tail bashes.



The beating of wings,

Attracts the knights and kings.

for its beauty blinding,

Stopped the wars fighting.

Being slapped continuously,

Waken back to reality.


(P/S: Cyborg Angel again! The cutest couple.)







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