The Secret Dragon
The early people hurt me,
So I'm very bitter...
As I sit upon my stolen jewels;
Than resemble shiny litter!
My anger has me terrorizing'
Countries of various hues.
Complimented by my distinguished
Set of scales of sky-blown blue!
I'm not like the other dragons,
As I don't seek for glory or fame.
I travel very quietly,
With a secret name.
To truly know me, no need to grovel,
Just go to the store and buy my novel!
15-September-2021
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