The Dragon I keep her always in view. Slightly in the shadows, never out of hue. Amber in color, glowing from within. Never knowing when the fire will breathe again. Evil in her ways, flying in a haze. Highlighted in gold. Smoldering in the wind. Will she torch my soul again? Fall and misty night clouded with fog of grey. The moon lights my breath. Feeling the coldness of never ending. As I breathe once more. Wave the magic spell. Drop the black potion into hell. For I shall wait, God, please let me wait. Covered in this mystic robe of dirt, Blue coldness to finger tips. I wave the spell. The shadow comes from hell. The day the Towers fell. Art by ...Sher& Copyrighted 2005 Words by ...Jeff& Copyrighted 2006