Sonnet: Dragons Poem by Drazhenga Kezchaltov

Descendants from above, flying sky high
At bird eye's view, searching for it's dinner
Razor sharp claws; the prey waiting to die
Foe's blood flows, getting thinner and thinner

Soaring above, under the starry night
It's silhouette picturing a wild beast
Their race lives; to protect, to kill, to fight
Defeat our foes, kill one at least

My love for this creature, a friend of mine
A legacy I always remembered
With elegant scales, that's truly divine
With enormous wings, you're my defender

This friend of mine; a protector, a guide
Part of my soul, a dragon deep inside