He sits on the
Same rock
When the moon
Is full
Wings unfurled
As if the catch
Moonbeams in
His wing’s black
silky depths.
Does he dream
Of flying to the
Moon, diving in
The cold craters
And raking his claws
On the surface sending
Clouds of moon dust
Into dark space?
Many long nights
He has kept watch
Over the moon
Basking in its blue
Light, his scales
Absorbing every
Last drop of light.
Guardian of the night
This great black dragon
Keeps his post high
Above the large city
Watching the moon,
Watching the city.


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