A Dragon with Butterfly Wings

Her instinct is fierce as the fire

That ignites the reckless fool

Who dares menace her young

She protects

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With delicate touch that comforts

A smile as warm as the morning sun

And voice as calm as a flowing brook

She soothes

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With a strength born of a past

That did anything but soothe

But taught her right from wrong

She teaches

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With power arisen from weakness

An obsession with proving her worth

Refusing to accept defeat

She fights

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She fights, even with those held dearest

And gives no thought to inflicted pain

She’s never wrong

She never compromises

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Her skin is scarred and leathered

Her tongue sharp and scaled

But her heart is a delicate weave of fondness and devotion

She’s a paradox

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She cries, she laughs

She hates, she loves

She hurts, she protects

She’s a dragon with butterfly wings