The Dragon's Eye



The gleaming light which I see
Is created far beyond the angry sea
Past the mountains that stretch broadly
The gleaming light which I see

If I follow this little flare
It would take me to a dragon's lair
Without no worries, without a care
I wander in without a dare

A swooping wing
A sparkling thing
My eyes are pierced by a blinding white sting
An echo yells, but only uttering a "ding".

The dragon's eye is close to mine
And very clearly I define
The light I saw; "This is very fine,"
I whispered, and willed the beast not to dine

The dragon lifted a giant talon
A claw of sorts, which I cannot count on
So I turned and ran, out of the canyon
To my home, on my stallion.

Sometimes at night, I can faintly see
A light created past the angry sea
Past mountains that stretch broadly
A dragon's eye I see



Written by an anonymous poet,
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