The Majestic and Angelic Iris
The majestic and Angelic Iris
The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The sun rises over the horizon
Pouring light into the dark caverns
That surround its home.
Her soft and gentle eyes
Flicker with hope and pride entombed
In a lifeless grey.
Peering out from under her jagged
Yet slim black lips are Crystals.
Teeth that is
Teeth that glimmer of
Boldness and pure strength.
Silver whiskers flutter in the sweet and hot air
Of England.
Sulking from above, eyeing the kingdom
That destroyed her soul, mind, and heart truly.
She bellows in anger, once a god like-creature
Now ashamed, cloaked in self-pity
And hatred.
Lying abroad in a shack, filled with the cold air
Of loneliness, hiding in the shadows’
Of despair.
He awaits for a friend.
A persona of which is more powerful
And confident.
A Persona that can accomplish
Vast goals and maintain its humble appearance.
A friend who can guide him
As he journeys through life.
A friend that he can truly call upon.
Being the lone outcast, who can he call on?
A mother and father who
He can never claim?
Or the local messenger boy, who is
Overlooked by all?
Both characters lie in the dark
Polar opposites, bound by the blindness that towers
Over them, like a thunderous cloud.
And bound forever inside that they will
Never find the one, who can share its heart.
Calming the land as its own.
The weary dragon sets on to be destroyed
As the monster… everyone sees.
Spreading its wings, gliding through
The air, hearing the wind linger across
A damaged and scared face.
The Iris clashes into the village, spewing fire, slashing its
72ft wing span against the, tactical team of warriors
It used to protect.
Rampaging through the lives
And ways of the towns people.
Until the very end.
Glory rings in the boys hearty brown eyes
As he ride through the waging war.
Blocking the final blow
To what would have ended the misunderstood dragon,
Thrust himself onto the dragon,
Pulling its cream fur, into the sky.
As they set off into the wind.
Landing safely, the boy begins to care for
The battle scars, upon the tail-smacking blow to
The head.
Wondering how such a beautiful creature
Can bestow so much pain and anger.
The boy finds a shallow, and flat stone,
Scaring himself in the same area around his arms,
Placing the oozing blood on the dragon’s head.
Symbolizing loyalty and forgiveness.
Smelling the copper particles in the air
The dragon snarls in dislike for as the boy
Saved him from his Death.
But the boy continues each day,
Through rain, snow, and thunder.
To prove its amity and honor,
For they are destine to be.
Only the dragon can relieve the hard times.
A good heart vs. an Evil one.
Each fated to conquer something great,
Even if that is friendship.
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