Blue Dragon
         When the world was young and new,
         There lived many beasts, true.
         But none were as magnificent,
         None seemed as heaven-sent,
         As one winged and blue.

         This beast was great in power.
         To him a hundred years was an hour.
         His scales shone sapphire,
         And he breathed an element, fire.
         The skies were his bower.

         He could run, he could fly.
         Lifting himself high,
         He soared over trees.
         People fell to their knees,
         And wept in awe as he sailed by.

         He was like a great lizard in form.
         Scales, rending claws, and horns.
         Steel fangs, scorching flame.
         Dragon, dragon, that was his name.
         He was far different from the norm.

         Today no dragons patrol the skies,
         Watching with their flame-ridden eyes.
         But they lived in once upon a time.
         There you can watch blue dragons climb
         Up, with awed and admiring eyes.