Hawksinger
poem i wrote
by , 12-06-2008 at 12:00 PM (1758 Views)
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The dragon's claw reaches out,
My knees begin to quake.
The claw changes into a hand, beckoning
I take a step, then another, faster, faster, till I run,
into waiting, loving, accepting arms.
The dragon-man smiles and I am safe, wanted,
home unafraid unalone
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