The Dragon

He stands at the gate,
Glaring down at the village beneath him,
Not knowing if it is they, or he that does not belong.

Towering is he......The Dragon.


Tearing at his soul,
Consuming his every thought,
Knowing he must defend his home.

Mournful is he......The Dragon


Spreading his wings; taking flight,
Soaring high; circling down,
Only to soar again.

Soulful is he......The Dragon


Beneath him they stand,
Greedily searching the sky,
For a glimpse of his beauty.

Majestic is he......The Dragon