To Be a Dragon

To be a Dragon is a mighty thing
To have the power within your soul
To have the knowledge of that power
To have the Wisdom to use that power wisely

To be a Dragon is a flighty thing
To have the ability to play and have fun
To have the knowlege of that ability
To have the Wisdom to use that ability wisely

To be a Dragon is a weighty thing
To have the responsibility of judgement
To have the knowlege of that responsibility
To have the Wisdom to use that responsibility wisely

To be a Dragon is ultimately a path
To be able to soar upon wings of imagination
To be able to learn and continue learning
To be able to gain Wisdom with one's seeking

Copyright c1995 Terry Schorer/Quelonzia

Winter's Dance

She raised her head, from 'neath her wing...
and sniffed the wind, tasting the air...
a tang upon her forked tongue, dancing.

Then twirling eyes, drawn by the leaves...
followed their swirling revery aloft...
reflecting bright prisms of light, shining.

A tail uncoiled, brushing the grass...
releasing its earthen smell.

She stretched, languid and fluid...
brilliant colors reflecting in a glow...
ears attuned to the song of winter.

At last, with a fluting call to the sky...
she lept, wings unfurled to the wind...
and soared to fly with the hanging clouds.

The first snowflakes, delicate with lace...
fell upon her upturned snout, melting...
as her carnivore grin widened in delight.

And she danced with the first snowfall...
bowing to the Winter God's frosty breath...
shivering with joy, twirling with happiness.

By: Terry Schorer



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