From the Dragon’s point of view it might appear different!
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Lord of the Grey Mist Mountains
The peaks are stark and chill
the winds cold enough to kill
Nothing grows in highland droll
where ancient talons take their toll
Black scales gleaming in the dim half light
wings cups down catch the wind just right
And silent comes the Lord upon bent wing
and soft indeed the fates do care to sing
Eyes that see in day or dark the same
identifies and give all things their names
And great lord of the mountains knows
to the second times eternal ebb and flow
Swift as ever though oh so old
living here in the bitter cold
He dreams of warmer days and places
where he once pursued prey in races
Now he hunts what comes to hand
and wish the better life was not banned
But his kind and man can not abide
for both ride fates eternal tide
Fang and curved claw and winged might
sometimes comes out second in the fight
One can not fight man’s deadly mechanical tools
and the dragon who thinks he can is but a fool
Time passes on and thing shift about
and now its man’s bold time to shout
Perhaps the day of dragons will come again
and its will be man in the fresh meat bin
So care is called for, stay in dreams
don’t let man find you, best it seems
Mark your time and patient wait a spell
if things go right, you can give man hell