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 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Floating aloft above the clouds
flown by scales and ***** of skin
wrapped in my warming shroud
kept aloft by something so thin

swooping now, toward the ground
sounds like we are rushing to our death
the castle is up ahead
I give the command for fiery breath

leveling out without a sound
guards on parapets, have no clue
orange flames come flying out
setting fires that burn bright blue

Another pass and its engulfed
stones begin to melt from heat just like the sun
like a pyroclastic flow of death
they all are on the run

I could easily get them all
but that is not the plan
they are being herded
toward an open span

a long green plain is many miles
still far beyond the sight of eye
and many villages and  castles
to terrorize at night, from the darkened sky

For now I dig in my heels
into armored scale plates
and give the order to go home
watch them head toward their fate

Orion's belt shows the path
to our masters roost
high up in the mountains
he searches for the truth
This may end up being a series

— The End —