Magic and Dragons

Red, golden and shimmering bright, my scales protect my heart and soul from harm. Fire brews within my belly increasing in strength and perverse temperature able to melt any element that bares home to this earth. My fangs are as long as a man’s arm able to tear limb from limb. Regardless of my fierce appearance I am blessed with the gift of magic for I am a dragon destined to protect. Magic flows through my veins like the blood my heart pumps, it radiates from within my soul like a halo above an angel present in all works of art. Magic is powerful and easily darkened in the wrong hands; spite is thus created and magic is then cursed by many. But I am a dragon destined to create a harmonious world despite the fear I provoke; magic is a remedy for such incurable assumptions. As light turns to dark setting free the spirits of the night magic is at its best for it creates the stars and the many wishes that are cast upon them; imagination is precious. Magic beholds the power to let imagination become dreams and dreams to reality, but still I am a dragon destined to protect regardless of common spite.