It was posted on a now comatose, if not dead blog called Iron Wyvern. Don't ask why that's the name, the three people--including me--who began it had no idea themselves.
Anyway, for whatever reason, this poem won a spot in a literary magazine of the Metropolitan Library System in Oklahoma City alongside 'Mr. Loneliness', and I couldn't see a reason why I shouldn't show it on the blog.
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When the mountains don their caps,
As the forests gain their covers
White abounds o’er all the land,
Frost bound hills like icy brothers
While the people rush indoors,
Fleeing the wind that outside sings
All but one warm safe inside,
This single creature spreads its wings
Frosty scales, and icy claws,
Silver wingtips, golden eyes
Taking to the restless winds,
Beneath the Dragon all land lies
Swooping in the sky’s embrace,
Wings widespread to catch the breeze
Skimming o’er the snow cloaked fields,
Alone but for the endless freeze
Alone above the endless snows,
The Dragon swoops to the ground below
And with a roar that shakes the skies,
Fire bursts across the snow
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