The Ice Dragon.
By Andrew Hide
An almighty crash of thunder, as the glacier rips apart, a steaming, smoking Dragon rises slowly from its heart. Her mighty wings unfurling as she reaches for the sky, silver, frosty blue, the colour of her eye, she bellows out a screech as she arcs across the sky, an amazing sight of wonder, as the ice spirit starts to fly. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 07:22 AM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 10
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