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#thethreewords There once was a little, tiny dragon, Born from a shimmering sky grey shell. But he was too small to be a proper dragon, And people called him a lizard, the other dragons as well.
T'was billing and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the momeraths outgrabe "Beware the Jabberwock my son. the jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Deep in a cold dark cave of old. Lay a slumbering Dragon. Big and bold. His scales of silver, blue and gold. Enough to make your blood run cold. But for now his eyes tight shut.
Intimidatingly large. Nails and teeth are suitably sharp. Scales like armour and a forked tongue. Tail that could break you, one swipe and your gone. To us humans this creature's to fear.
Down the rabbit hole. Is a world quite impossible. That forgets all things sane. and anything normal or probable. Down the rabbit hole. Is a world full of wonder. With much more excitement.
Ashes to ashes,. We all fall down,. Burned to ash & ember,. Rising above the ground,. Wings of a phoenix,. Vibrant colored. tipped wings,. Gold drips. into liquid chrome,. Voice inside sings,.
#nightdwellers Fairies fluttering in the cool moon breeze. Twinkling lamps that hang from amber trees. Passionate lovers kissing with arms entwined.
Her breathe it freezes as it blows. Across the icy wastes. Her dress composed of shards. Of tinkling frozen glass. Her face is terrifying to behold. So cold and unforgiving.
One dragon, Two dragons, Three dragons, Four, Fighting, playing, with wing, tooth and claw. Five dragons, Six dragons, Seven dragons Eight, Some full of love, and some full of hate.
Green and curled around a flower bud, Or a flame-lover, red like blood, Hiding in all spaces unknown, You better believe you're not alone, A sugar-addict hidden in the jar, Growing spikes and...
Those of dragonblood, with eyes of flame,. Come forward, let us hear your name,. We fight for what is right, real and true,. Many are we, but the chosen are few,.
#youngwritershousehold Breath your fire, Burning bright. Spread over houses, Orange in the night. Scarlett scales, Rough from being touched. In its dark talons, A prey is clutched.
#youngwritershousehold ** You're red and yellow, Brown and gold, Wings as strong as steel, This description will start to unfold, What may breathe fire, And has razor sharp...
A dragon is a noble creature,. Proud, strong and true,. Wings that stretch over mountains,. And eyes that shimmer like the moon,. A dragon is a wondrous beast,.
Through twisted thicket, Bushes and brush, bushes and brush. Oasis keen, trees so green, Alice. Were in a rush. Tick, tock, pocket watch. Alice, please do come.
There was a young lady called Nic, Who's pet liked to play fetch with a stick. She'd throw it up high, & emerging from the sky, Was her dragon who didn't miss a trick.
When I'm trying to escape my reality. I sit myself beneath the Opussian Tree. There I'll stay and take it all in. I am pure there, stripped of sin. Never did you see such a beautiful place.
Oh. Little Alice. Come with me. A curious little thing, That you need to see. Would you like some tea. Have a whole mug. Ignore that silly cat Looking all smug.
Opussians unite, And together we'll fight, This battle of fear, And worries and tears.
The day was hot and cloudless,. When a little kitten from Opuss,. She took in the word-built skylines,. And peered at the letter-filled gold mines,. Her paw prints left a crumb-trail,.
Where am I. And who are you. What is this world. Why can't we see. Don't angels hover atop mountains, and mermaids swim the seas. Do the dead lie sleeping in graves while the living lie awake in beds.
In my mind's eye I can see. Creatures of any variety. Bats with glasses ants on stilts. A cow whose emissions make flowers wilt. A cat with antlers a dog with wings. A snake that in the morning sings.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.