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Red Beauty


Under the moons
Glistening with light
Lies a beauty
Ready to fight.

The foe first a shadow
Then it comes near,
Ready to strike,
At the dragonlings perched with fear.

The red spreads her wings
Pumps her wings once,then twice,
In the words of a gambler,
She's rolling the dice.

Then the foe leaps
Right at her breast
Now the red strikes
To prove she's the best.

The thing lie there
Silent and cold.
It must have been hungry,
Or just very bold.


Written by Randall "raven" Havens,
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