Atop the mountain In the craggy cliffs, A red dragon sits, Scanning the horizon. It spreads its mighty wings Once, Twice, And with a baring of Its golden scaled breastplate, And raising its Pointed chin To the sky, Gracefully it lurches Into the wind currents. Circling in the heavens, It tastes the energy In theContinue reading “Dragon’s Keep”
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Karen Hein Poetry 