From the beautiful peaks...
Come sovereign wings
blue, majestic, fit for a queen.
She was a mountain drake from the northern peaks
a blue ridged dragon with neverending grace
She sang a song, a tune of old.
Her tone was eloquent, her voice was gold.
It was a depressing song, one that downs,
a serenity, solemn, silent sound.
With tear swelled eyes did she cry from the skies,
a depressing, saddened voice filled with blight.
But the townsfolk below didn't care for the drake,
and her gold and treasures did they try to take.
She fought for her rights, defended her home,
but none cared for the dragon's song.
On a day of warmth but a sky fille
Deep within the heart
of a forgotten child.
Comes out the monster within.
A snarling wolf, teeth always bore
A fearsome warrior, longing for war.
No one knew the pain, troubles, harsh endurement
that the monster survived.
Tears of blood did their wounds cry.
Exercising their right
to bleed free will.
Thoughtfully theorizing
about who to kill.
A line of coffins
waiting for their stay.
A fully loaded clip
waiting to dismay.
So be careful
who you mistreat.
The next thing you know
you'll be under six feet.
To the People viewing my request and commissions. Those are not the originals. If you want to see the originals then please visit that Artist's deviantart page. WATCH THEM. NOT ME. I am only uploading them in case my computer crashes. I put the names of the artists who did them in the title so there you have it. Now go watch them instead of me. If I ever get to drawing something and uploading it on here then I will specify that it is mine. Please don't make me look like a jerk because of uploading their stuff.