The Mighty Blue Dragon
The winter wanes and the soul of the water revives.
Reincarnation incarnate.
The Cascades cleanses her cradle of Earth; kissing it's sediments with liquid sheen and sentimental shine.
It's body is a white and blue river; it's scales being the scale of space in which it occupies.
Suspended in the air and traced with white squalls and calm skies.
She roars and names herself The Mighty Blue Dragon.
Soaring in a downward dive with her fangs bared to bite the rocks below.
When she does she may die but behind will refine the mirror of herself, forever in remembrance of her pounce and it's lustrous force.
The Mighty Blue Dragon; she prevails and dances through vortices of time.
Emanating an aura of Azul, she peers into the void with sapphire eyes.
Bravely piercing ever onward for the boulders that chart her flourished end.
Past the stone and into the hearts of the onlooking Lovers who gaze.
The Lovers kiss and leave their lips glistened like crystalline rain.
With a fierce splash, The Mighty Blue Dragon basks in a life of its own, as a distinguished and stellar animism.
Whereby in it of itself it finds sentience in grace; giving love and praise to those who witness her fly through the glade.
Reborn in amity, she has risen to thrive in all who spectate; to then cease and sleep in turbid tributaries.
As a tribute to the aesthesia of all who may feel the loss and gain of companionship.
Within it an interdependent acknowledgement and admiration of their coexistence.
So she may hope that one would say.
O hail the Mighty Blue Dragon.
As her descendance grants a divination.
Allowing her to fall in love with the Lovers, as their love becomes it's face.
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