knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Black Dragon (a non-Inuyasha poem!)

Rosy light
scattering amid the black shadow
of high level smoke.
Fire Season upon us,
and the black dragon
born of dry lighting
and drier earth
wakes slowly
in the cool of the morning.
The dragon likes to sleep in,
and not until the afternoon,
will he really stand up
on smoky legs,
rising to his full height,
black and angry and consuming,
lifting high
until ice crowns his head.
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