The dragon calmly keeps watch over his castle.
His muscle so intimidating, he's never given a hassle.
The powerful beast stays doing his duty,
While years wear away its layers of beauty
Yielding a gem of some proportions,
Wings, chipped and broken, holding many distortions.
The dark green creature has a horn on his nose.
Years slowly pass, yet the brute never grows.
A one pound beast that's rough around the edges.
Like my father, it gives honor in all of its pledges.
This dragon feels as light as a bird.
Resembling my mother by being true to its word.
Its beastliness makes this creature almost like me,
Same because of our calm sides like the Caspian Sea.
This dragon is my prized possession,
I've talked many times to let out my aggression.
Bright yellow spikes run down the back
Of the Magic dragon from my Great Uncle Jack.
One day it will belong to my great nephew,
He will then have someone private to talk to.
My Magic Dragon
by Brendan D. (4/06)