The Eyes of the Beholder


Her skin is rough
Alligator tough.
Shades of Blue
Come into view.
As her wings
with the wind sings.

Her muscles ripple and wave.
Her memories of love she saves.
Her heart is of pure gold.
Her spirit sassy and bold.

She will guard thy back,
Defend thy honor under attack.
Her life she will give,
If in her heart ye live.

Razor sharp are her teeth.
Breath of fire form a wreath.
Her claws swords of steel.
Her dimension very real.

Humans--her beauty they do not see.
For they possess no integrity.
They never look beyond her outer shell,
Preferring to put them selves in hell.

Inspiring the fatal wrath;
Invoking her learned craft.
In evolution she moves toward,
Ever changing, going forward.

To a time of love and peace--
Where she will find her final release.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder