Dragonfire

	Dragonflight and dragonfire,
	Dragon fight and dragon desire.
	Soaring on their wings of flame,
	They are impossible to tame.

	Dragons flying in the skies,
	Shrieking their horrible cries.
	Dragons, winging in the air,
	Make us wish we could be there.
	Gliding gracefully above,
	They live and die, despair and love.

	Dragonflight and dragonfire,
	Dragon fight and dragon desire.
	Soaring on their wings of flame,
	They are impossible to tame.

	Dragonfire, from the shell,
	Cooks their younger siblings well.
	Flaming breath, upon the tongue,
	Is given only to the young.
	And the shells from which they rolled
	When breathed on turn to dragon gold.

	Dragonflight and dragonfire,
	Dragon fight and dragon desire.
	Soaring on their wings of flame,
	They are impossible to tame.

	Sires of the mating age
	Get into an awful rage.
	Battling the other males,
	Biting on their necks and tails.
	They're grateful for every breath,
	For dragon males fight to the death.

	Dragonflight and dragonfire,
	Dragon fight and dragon desire.
	Soaring on their wings of flame,
	They are impossible to tame.

	When they've won their mates of choice,
	Sires call with a trumpeting voice.
	The female goes into her cave,
	And this place her life will save--
	For, when there's no cave at hand,
	The dragon dies upon the sand.

	Dragonflight and dragonfire,
	Dragon fight and dragon desire.
	Soaring on their wings of flame,
	They are impossible to tame.
					---Amanda M. Hayes