your glass eyes made of of black holes stare endlessly into the distance
your scales as solid as dimonds
your wings as swift as a running stream
your claws as sharp as shards of glass
your breath is enough to stop a heart
you are the reflection of night mares the shadow of death
you are the sun in the summer, a flowers petals
you are water and fire
you are the begining and the end of existence
you are the dragon.
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