A rare, crimson beast,
Feathered, not fleeced,
Like fire but hotter,
Floating on still water,
A bird of power, awe,
Unafraid of law or claw,
A mix of two elements,
A pure, tranquil elegance,
Fire and water as one,
Giving rivers the power of the sun,
Holding balance between,
Raindrops and steam,
A Phoenix as her father,
Flying fish as a brother,
Neck arched and gentle,
For a union so elemental,
You will never see her swim,
For if you do, your end is grim.
[For @Delilah]
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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.
Curling tentacles of lashing scarlet flame crackle in the searing fire. smoke twists in choking clouds into the chilly ink black night.
Lightning cracks from hand to hand, A shockwave ripples through the land, A spark of light, a flame of white, That blazes ice throughout the night.
In a haze of brilliant waves of red, Where clouds of fire roll over your head, In swirls of golden, flames of blood, Through burning hells, lies a God.
Gleaming jade scales shine like precious emerald in the luminous suns golden rays. Jagged razor sharp onyx black spikes run along the fierce beasts spine.
Imogen pt 2 A ragged, raw cut seeps glistening ruby blood where the onyx black creature struck her marble flesh.
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