Last Dragon

Posted: April 12, 2016 by jpiercey in JamesP, Uncategorized

Very often, I slumber

It is relaxing, somber

The glitter of gold lets me see

In the black darkness, this can be


I rarely leave and take flight

To where I can see the earth,

A magnificent kind of blight


There will be need of a passion-fueled fire

But such exhaustion always results in my tire


I am the last of my kind,

And it is the silence that may remind



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