It seems rather impossible to find good dragon poetry in mainstream literature. But luckily some of my friends or friends of friends are poets, and I must say, they're very good.
Shadows slip over the land in silent waves amidst a darkening world.
Beneath stars turning on one by one, like black silver he moves across the skies. Earth turns beneath his flight. Down below, a Child of the Earth waits, reaching through the great unseen, anchoring her soul to his. Glittering stars nestle into the bed of night, over the shadowed form of a dragon's never-ending soar into the heavens, Child of Earth on his back. Jewels shine in his eyes, stars which kept him company even as he searched the world for her. . .