The Dragon
Burning fire on wings . . .
over the mountain
and so far away
the great gig in the sky
mirroring in the sea
the Dragon flies free
Living his life alone far away
on a mountain down by the bay
free in mind and big in spirit
time will tell how much
the Dragon have to pay
to live just for one more day
The years past by
and hard time is coming
the Dragon is old
and the end is near
he is dwelling in his cave
he knows this is the last year
When the winter past by
and deep in the cave
a Dragon lies dead
and in his eyes . . .
there are diamond tears
the Dragon died without fear
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 00:37
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