Fantasy poetry- done solely for the sake of experimentation.--
Dragon Hunt
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Strike the stars with my wings,
Caress my scales with your touch, oh wind;
Let the moon be lost in black clouds I breath,
The sky bows to its king.
Far below mountains tremble,
As with a single roar I humble them;
And nestled in their vales and valleys they hide,
My feast to be, these beasts called 'men'.
They bring out their toys: Forked sticks,
Bits of metal not even as sharp as a claw-
They hide away their women and children;
A bit of sport to seek when I am through with them.
Offer yourself to my hunger,
Little two legged beasts who think to fight;
Entertain me as the feeble mouse does the cat-
Sing your terror in your dying screams to me.
What lovely ambrosia on the night wind,
Cries of death and the burning of flesh.
A fitting offering to the this land's true king;
Let never any arrogant beast think himself above me!
Thickening smoke bears me upward,
My throne among weeping stars;
The sickle moon my silver crown-
As I leave the charred remains of my feast below.
Been thinking of trying more like these.
Beautiful words! I love the arrogance you gave the dragon and it's a cool idea to let the dragon win for once 
