This poem is about the gold dragons. Their appearance is a mix of eastern and western dragons. Best known for their opulence and lust for the finest trappings they can find, they are also the keepers of history. Within their giant palaces are giant caverns filled with books and scrolls. All of history written down and copied. But they guard this knowledge jealously and rarely allow others to see it. Instead preferring to recite such knowledge orally whenever someone comes to them seeking answers. Obviously there are ulterior motives for them doing this.

They are also known for their ability which is known as Allure. They can coerce, manipulate, or outright force another person to do their will. Although gold dragons are rarely if ever so heavy handed. Often their influence is so subtle that in many places the thought of them even having an ability like Allure is thought to be laughable or a myth.

Although not everything is known about them there is one thing every dragon knows. The gold dragons are never, ever to be trusted.

This poem will be in the fantasy themed poetry book I'm writing. Any thoughts or constructive criticism is welcome!