Ice Dragon
Description: Nothing much, just a poem about a dragon
A.N.: I was very creative, and I highly suggest reading this. My best poem so far, and I'm still writing and getting better.
Snowflakes falling to the ground,
Creating a soft and chilly mound.
The creator of these icy flakes,
has just frozen a few more lakes.
He glides through the air,
On wings of white,
He soars through the clouds,
That are fluffy and white.
And with his gaze of icy blue,
He turns the rain right into,
A flurry of bright and shiny snow.
Where is this creature? So large and light?
And does he truly create a fright?
He lives in the peaks all year round,
And can even occasionally be found,
Here with me, my only friend,
Is soft and gentle and can always mend,
A broken soul with his golden heart.
Are you still wondering what this might be?
Can you still not even see?
He is a dragon, my only love
Is large and white just as a dove.