Dragons

First you hear the beating,
Of the leather-like wings.
You see their prey fleeing,
From the serpent like things.
They drop from on-high,
Without a sound.
They rule from the sky,
They rule from the ground.
Scales gleam in the sunlight,
Of all different hues.
And their fire so bright,
When it's so very new....
Dragons, with their scaly hides,
Fill you with hope and fill you with pride.