The Frost Dragon - Poem by Gert Strydom
While the dark night chills the earth
it creeps sneaking in
with breath caressing the ground
covering with the kiss of death.
Like a ghoul gliding phantom like
with blue white icy eyes hovering
and nowhere it leaves tracks,
the icy dragon shakes its head,
blowing vapour ice,
freezing where it lands
like summer dew
but for its icy heart
that injures and sometimes kills.
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