They tear the ground as green heads rise. Their wings unfurl from private lairs. They're washed by rain, and rainbow smiles Shine on their hoards, of gold so fair. Gold fades to white as the children are laid. They bob and sway to the wind's caress. More and more grow, until that day They all take flight, new lands to possess.
Though they are by many abhorred I love these dragons, and their hoards.
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Date: 2009-08-03 01:43 pm (UTC)They tear the ground as green heads rise.
Their wings unfurl from private lairs.
They're washed by rain, and rainbow smiles
Shine on their hoards, of gold so fair.
Gold fades to white as the children are laid.
They bob and sway to the wind's caress.
More and more grow, until that day
They all take flight, new lands to possess.
Though they are by many abhorred
I love these dragons, and their hoards.