I'm horrible with poetry, but I gave it a shot. 8D
Golden glory days hurl by without limitations,
As light tangerine-toned feathers blanketing strong muscled wings,
Sweep the sky, carrying with it a grand, ginger-scaled-
Dragoness.
Through sunset, through nightfall, through when dusk;
Sets hands on its portion of the world-
She breathes tendrils of molten flames, and graces the world with her presence.
Blinding hot fire licks the starry-eyed skies.
And down the people go;
Onto their knees, heads touching the ground-
In respect, for they know the honorable being that flies above them.
Uwibami.
Let no minimal crime bring gloom to our lives,
For she is near and strong.
Be it a blessing and a stroke of luck,
To even know the Goddess,
For everyone,
And anyone-
Knows the majestic truth and glory she beholds.
A child’s cry, echoing all alone in the depths of despair,
For it sought justice and comfort…
There- a flash of polished scales and fluffy feathers;
And into sight she flies-
Her spirals through the air an elegant dance full of grace and pas-sion.
Time is nothing; it can do nothing.
Within moments, the cries are no more-
And joyful laughter rebounds into the air-
For Uwibami has come.
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