Fire-Lords

There be dragons out here beyond the hills

Some as old as time but with us still

Giant wings, outstretched, do beat the air

Moving whole, great herds from here to there

Taking flight as if by force of will

Flames shoot out from each large, wide nostril

Roaring fire that stretches beyond the rills

While the creatures retreat to their safe lairs

There be dragons

Once the keening begins, it can oft be shrill

With the ruffling of dragons' shaking frills

It's a sound that would cause anyone to be scared

No one moves any closer, as if they would dare

Learning how to maneuver around them takes skill

There be dragons

(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff