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by u wish Apr 9, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Soaring high above the trees i can hear the knocking of my knees toward the village we near the settlers screams i can hear he burns down every home but mine is left alone he burns all the farms the settlers are now up in arms he fights them one by one sparring what i thought was none then a boy came out carring a long staff and the dragon let me down with a little laugh after reciting some kind of chant or charm the boy turned into a dragon to my alarm they flew away leaving me to stay all i can figure is they were friends and sadly, that's how this story ends
by vamp
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