The Dragon watched the day go by

As the silver moon rose

the little Dragon began to cry

This Dragon is the last, that she knows

Her kind where hunted day and night

their blood pouring was a nasty sight

Now this Dragon sits alone

In a dark damp cave

that is her home.

Little Dragon you are so brave

Only 3 mouths old

Still such a little one

O, little Dragon the night is cold

Sleep now and await the warm bright sun

*~by Raven~*

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