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The Gentle Roar
Beneath the mountain, cold and gray,
A dragon slept the years away,
His throat too tender for a flame,
His roar a whisper, soft and tame.
One winter night, a child came near,
Lost in the snow, her eyes filled with fear.
The dragon lowered his massive head,
And wrapped his wings around her bed.
He hummed a song without a sound,
A warmth that rose from the frozen ground.
The child looked up, no longer afraid,
And smiled at the beast the world had made.
At dawn he carried her to the town,
His gentle breath a softened crown.
The villagers gasped, then saw the light
In eyes that glowed with kindness, not spite.
For some are fierce in what they show,
And some are soft, though none would know.
The dragon could not roar, it's true,
But his kindness rang louder than any due.
The Practice Cave
Deep within the mountain's ache,
A dragon tries to roar and quake,
He puffs his chest, he braces wide,
But out there comes a squeaky sigh.
The stalactites drip, unimpressed,
The bats keep sleeping, undistressed,
He tries again with all his might,
A hiccup bubbles, pale and light.
He practices by moonlit glow,
His tail a-swish, his claws a-row,
Yet every echo mocks his tune,
As if the cave had heard the moon.
But still he gathers, still he tries,
His scales aglow with stubborn skies,
For one day soon the peaks will hear,
A roar that shakes the mountain clear.
Whispers in the Wind
Once a dragon, huge and proud,
Had a roar that shook the clouds,
But when he tried to speak his might,
Only breezes stirred, not fight.
He drifted low through mossy hills,
Where wind moved softly through the rills,
And in its hum, a tune took flight,
A lullaby of pale moonlight.
So now he hums in gentle tone,
No flame, no storm, no bone-shaking groan,
And every hill that hears him sing
Finds peace upon its gentle wing.
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