I knew of Thee,
That there was an Enchanted creature;
A creature that dwelt in the land far beyond the three rivers
past the barren desert,
And sheltered in a hidden valley,
Where caves and rocks
Were her many cover.
Feared of all the land, and all the men,
She stayed beyond them in her territory,
Happy to reign in the freedom
away from their judgement.
For she was a fierce-some flesh,
Statuesque with no match upon this earth;
Often narrated as a brute
and devil of no morale.
Yet those that have come across her,
Even a glimpse in her eye becomes eternity.
A Beast so majestic, a nobility so entowering,
That even the most innocent trembled.
Her eyes however,
Are said to cast the spell
Of a Mother's Love;
One almost nonexistent
from this world.
Much beyond that,
she was a Daughter,
of a much more ancient before.
One where her kind was revered,
and walked hand in God with man;
Our Fiercest Protection,
Her Kind,
Next to the gods and the Angels that overwatched.
She is an ancient mother
Of the long lost "Rights of Wisdom"
Mute in words
that which would telepathically bond,
To it's kindred in Man
Of that age;
An era now long gone.
Last of the Mother of Dragons,
Was as far as we could tell.
An Exquisite Black Beauty,
A Sublime creature out of Heaven's Hell;
For the wrath of God layed upon her enemies
Those that would hurt,
The one's she Loves.
A Titan she was,
An Arm of Divine Retribution-
Free however
Of her own will,
and reign to serve.
She is the Mother of Beasts
Retired,
and long since, unheard.
Now she is merely a legend;
A great story we tell,
For this was the time before,
The reign of the Dragons fell.
