The Call of the DragonsA Poem by Amanda NaomiAbove the northern winds Below the tattered skies Come, on scaled and feathered wings Dragons, we here to fly Earthen, fire, ice and stone Flock and fly together Graze on sheep and maiden fair Horde our gain for measure Imbue our bones with mithril strength Justice returned for unrighteous hate Kin advance, honored fight Lest be we defeated Make our presence heard and known ‘Nounce the High King seated Ours shall not turn and flee Perish now the mortal man Quake in terror at our wrath Revenge for murdered lamb Surrender unto our fiery breath Take heed our message to your death Until the fortunes change Vengeance wins our favor Wars will rage and crops will burn ‘Xiling you to neighbors Younglings shall tell tales in days to come Zealotry and bravery, the day we won! © 2012 Amanda NaomiAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmanda NaomiWAAboutI am from the wildest imagination From a selfless child with nothing to hide Im from a broken family filled with love And too, from a family broken with lack of love I am from the tip of a pen F.. more..Writing
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