She breathes fire,
her only beautiful desire.
Her wings are so great,
she carves with her teeth man's fate.
Never is she alone,
when the men of gold are bold.
Dreaming of a lake,
where she will meet her mate.
No, the dragon-king is late,
always she must wait.
Maybe I will fly,
and meet the dragon in my eye.
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