Flying so high,
Watching, and hovering over head.
The strong wings of my dragon hold pride.
They flap,
Powerful with great efficiency.
My dragon is graceful and slick,
But kind and caring.
With love in his dragon heart,
He watches for trouble.
Like demons and monsters,
Who lurk in dark caves.
But he is never too serious for a laugh.
He roars for his enjoyment,
Loud and strong.
Like he just beat a knight in shining armor,
And is now showing off his victory.
He may seem fierce,
He may seem scary,
But a dragon shouldn't be judged on his appearance,
But by his sweet heart inside.
Especially mine,
My fearless, and courageous dragon.

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