MensjeDeZeemeermin [2018-01-23 21:55:58 +0000 UTC]
The Dragon's BreathThermoriax's shadow fell upon the moonlit ground.
The castle's battlements stood dark, its empty windows frowned.
A dry and sere December gripped the land in misery
With all the town in hunger and unbroken poverty.
From deep within her mountains, the silver dragon soared.
Cold clouds, harsh winds around her, mist, frost, snow alike ignored.
She saw the place for which she sought, her flight was swift and straight.
The townsfolk, huddled, miserable, had no hint of their fate.
The homes and empty shops lay grouped around the village square.
The dragoness halted her flight--a Christmas tree stood there.
No ornaments or glitter shone, grim indigence made clear.
A dragon flew on Christmas night, and that sight drew her near.
She fixed upon the undecked tree, with narrowed, slitted eyes
And circled, shaking clouds and branches with her booming cries!
The village doors flew open, frightened people looked to see
The flashing silver shadow--What would its actions be?
Her jaws gaped, bared her r
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