The Dragon

Grace, Power, Beauty.
All are encompassed in this magnificent creature.
Gliding high overhead,
He dances upon the thermals above, surveying all below.
With unimagined speed he dives,
Filling with terror the hearts of those below.
Racing above the treetops,
He bears down on his target.
With one sweep of his mighty wings,
The village is leveled,
Nothing left but memories.
Returning to his lair,
He is content in the knowledge that he rules all that he surveys,
Crouched upon the ledge,
He spreads his wings,
And with a mighty roar,
Leaps into the sky.
The Dragon flies again,
And He is Me.

by Marshall J. Fletcher

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