22 July 2012
Bold blue eyes Colored like the skies In which she flies (Gravity, she defies) Away from the sad sighs.
Glittering gold scales That will be told in tales From mail to sails To the masses in jails.
Blazing hot breath That gives white death Leaving nothing left But the rare survivors bereft.
But these can't compare To the way she could care So much, almost to much to bear But for her, it's natural as breathing air.
What makes her so beloved Is her gentle love Sweeter than a dove A true gift from above.
Just something to practice rhyming with, based off a little idea I had the other day.
More Dove Than Dragon • Opuss № I