Mary Ann

Through her veins the venom ran

Sweet, quiet Mary Ann


All she wanted was to be powerful and strong

But sickening tones became of her swan song


Her eyes turned a golden, shining hue

Her skin turned to scales, shimmering and blue


If you hear a roar coming from the underground

Know that the dragon is around


Under the mountain with all her gold

Slowly she grows desolate and old


It was years ago this all began

With stubborn, greedy Mary Ann


This poem is about: 
Our world


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