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Scenery of the mountains and scattered clouds of white,
she sits on to his back riding and holding on tight,
her hair flowing in the wind to a style static full of charge,
slowing his speed with wings spread out large,
burning from his tail to propel him on his way,
down to the road to meet with friends for today,
adjusting her hair and holding her gown,
not to let it get burnt or turn a coloured brown,
glowing yellow eyes see the way to the hall,
as the friends all wait for them with a waving call,
entering the building as the dreamon walks on his nails,
avoiding scorching the wood leaving burning trails,
food is served and thrown into his mouth,
as the princess speaks from the castle of the south,
holding up her cup in one hand to celebrate their peace,
a union of the castles as the violence came to a cease,
drinking to her friends the princess sits on her chair,
as people talk and begin to argue instead of share,
soon voices are raised and hatred spreads in the room,
as the dreamon stands painfully on his nails seeing they lead to doom,
calling with his deep flame driven voice,
making people shut up in their fighting to have a choice,
why can't everyone just get along in the land,
it is a simple thing to do and not a difficult demand.