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The mountains held my gaze
They called me about premonitions
things seen too often repeating
A vision of a sleeping dragon
watching and waiting for the time to arrive
A country waiting for the time
The dream doesn’t fade away
It haunts me as I move through the day
they said drain the swamp
noises echo from the deep
they woke the dragon
fuming from the insolence
guarding his precious treasure
A stirring tail
embers from your yawn
watching me
My soft curls
woolly coat smouldering
overheating
Swept up by your tail
warming you
moisturising your back
We fly towards adventure
a special seat
the dragon and the goat
From a forgotten forest
at first, a whisper of wolves
and longing for the sea
Taken from the office
transported to a world of snow
and a tyrannical sheep
Staring at the Timberwolf walls
the wolves howl for you to save the pack
and be a dragon once more
Too tired to cook
Dreaming a Dragon visit
A wild barbeque
Wise wings against the moonlight.
Movement over the land,
starlight illuminates hidden places,
and her dragon scales do bend,
as she moves within forest shadows.
C & K 