The Black Dragon

Oh high, she sits, she watches;
Her throne of ice and rock;
Through ageless eyes, watching,
Years, a tick o' the clock.

She stirs not, she sits, waits;
Gath'ring her strength and might;
'Til, last time comes to strike,
Shreaking terror joins the fight.

Black scales streak thru the night;
F're burns the very air;
Black wings slice thru the night,
All stop in fear and stare.

Nay a warning, she is there;
Darkness bloting out night;
The kill; now it is hers,
Black Dragon wins the fight.

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