 A creature of legend stands, Stretching out his mighty wings As dusk spreads across the lands. His steel grey scales are without a blemish, As he flexes them in the light Casting their reflection abroad As he watches the coming night.  
The creature stands on high, Holding a faceted crystal Up towards the sky As the day passes through, There erupts a spectrum of light Darting colours across the sky As the sun dies from sight Noble serenity, majestic pride No remorse in his pupiless eyes -- With a piercing roar across the sky, It is therein all power lies. As the shadows begin to stretch, He beats his massive wings, Gliding gracefully off the mountaintop While the wind around him sings. The land below him trembles As his mighty claws touch land, Reaching down to pick a rose, As gently as a hand.  The rose, as red as blood, Held gently in taloned grip, He brings it close to his serpent's head Its aroma to catch a sip. The shadow of the mountain Stretches far across the sky, As the mighty legend gazes At the rose, with soulful eyes. And as the shadow touches him He breathes a contented sigh Then stares on in sorrow As the rose withers and dies. Holding the crystal high, He looks into the moonless dark Nothing did the object offer, Not a light in the sky to mark As he roars with pain, His talons wrapped around it tight, Squeezing with all his sorrow and rage, The crystal shatters from sight. Without another pause, The mighty beast took flight, Never once to ever return Back into our world of light. "How lonely is the world that has no dragons..."  
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