Haiku #422

It’s all a bit real my suspicions were correct… Where is my dragon?

Haiku #393

And by the dragon Spitting fire balls down my neck smoking me like fag

A Dragons Pleasure

Seeming, all the time to not belong to any race but your own Built out of sinew and flesh and bone. Have wings to fly, flames to fry. And a casual disdain for all but the fairest of passers-by. You keep your own counsel. Consulting the magic golden egg on matters of importance and state and

Rainbow Son

Red, Orange, Green, blue. The sun shone down on the earth below. Far, far, away in a land that time forgot was a child who was mourning the loss of his parents who had been taken by a flood, taken away from the village. In place of his parents, he had a dragon who raised

Let Me Please You Master

Dragon Awakes