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| From the darkened depths of the shadows, she rises
Swift as the wind, flame-bright, proud as a hawk The moonlight glittering on her graceful form. A creature of great mystery and majesty- Beautiful, noble, valiant, and deadly. Her silver voice can lure men to their doom, Her brightly shining claws rend flesh and bone. And the same sculptured fangs that grace her smile Have charmed beasts into becoming her dinner. Even her eyes, so full of lovely wisdom Are mesmerizing, an enchanting trap. Beware the perilous beauty of the dragon- And, even as you do, surrender to it. -Amanda M. Hayes |