I wrote this a long time ago, I was around 11-12 at the time. Forgive my spelling its not a strong point of mine :)
Crystal Shore
The dragon as his guard, he marches into the deep. As the village sleeps a screech rings threw the streets. The dragons teeth bite deep, the blood begins to seep, as the willows weep for a selfless warriors defeat.
Yet as the village wakes, they rais the stakes. The dragon fought hard, but the man had one last card. There for both were slayn, both friend and foe. Man and beast both drift off to sleep, forever more on crystal shore.
~Azula, The Pagan Prince.
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