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Born within the realm of hell's fire, spawned in the ashen dawning,
Between brimstone's sacred flame, and sulfur's earthen cauldrons,
Given the spark of life by the elemental goddess, nature herself.
The she-devil sleeps, in her Multan rock cradle, slumbering
In a lava tubes chamber, dreaming of the cooler world above.
But fire and ice begets steam, which burns and singes at raw flesh,
Yet the she-devil feels it not, scaled in battlements armor, both
Above and below, she remains impervious, divinities off spring
Of excellence, perfection's ultimate killer.
Creations creature of contrast, birthed within fire, but inwardly,
She yearns to feel the chilling winds of ice and snow, against her
Flesh and bones.
Confusion's destructive force of raw power of the supernatural,
Yet within her beating heart, sorrows remorse lives,
Keeping rhythm with the pulsating, changing of
The seasons.
Awakening from hibernation's isolation, shattered
Are her frozen dreams of illusion, melting into broken
Shards in this delusion alary reality, of her fiery realms
Surroundings.
Raising her head the she-devil, cries crystal line tears,
That fall unto the smoking earth,
Creating a circle of steam, around the beast.
Oh mother forgive thee, for what I must do,
Begging, pleading, forgive me, forgive, but my heart
Whispers ever so sweetly with the longings desire,
That I cannot bare its weight any longer!
Growling, gripping, tearing until finally braking
 Through to the ethereal sun world beyond.
Freedoms unshackled dragon, the she-devil spreads her
Ebony wings outwardly, embracing the chilly
Currents of the night winds beneath her massive body.
Behold hearts ascension, a living inferno,
Soaring in flights vast divides on high,
Then descending into the polar ionosphere,
Then diving lower, and lower
Free falling just letting it go, to achieve her
Dream's awaking, the highest price she knows
Must be paid, to exist within her icy illusions,
And it is Life itself.
Physically crashing in to the ice and snow below, she becomes
 A living avalanche, a frozen monument to dreams achievement,
Thus so she sleeps at eternal peace at last.
The flame of the she devil lies now encased within her frozen tomb,
And this earthen dragon soars no more except on a higher spiritual
Plane of existence, dipping and diving through a stormy blizzard,
Yet the smile of contentment does so burn, within her icy heart at last.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Even within something created by evil,
Their can be some beauty hidden within,
In the heart of the blazing dragon, it cools
As it's inspirational dream becomes fulfilled!
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