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He is the last of all the dragons With the fire in their hearts. On the mountainside he lounges, And drinks himself apart. Languidly he lies about And lonely, he does sip From his large, golden goblet Till there’s nothing but a drip. You see, Once he had companions, Fellow Dragons like himself; But then there came The Great Flood Which moved with speed and stealth. It rushed over the plains so fast, Crushing all that crossed it’s way. Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground With a roar and a rumble; Such tremendous sound. Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud! Now the land is all in tatters And dragons beneath the mud. Apart from the lonely dragon With the fire in his heart. He sits upon the mountainside And he drinks himself apart.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
How The Last Of All The Fire-Hearted Dragons Died.
He is the last of all the dragons With the fire in their hearts. On the mountainside he lounges, And drinks himself apart. Languidly he lies about And lonely, he does sip From his large, golden goblet Till there’s nothing but a drip. You see, Once he had companions, Fellow Dragons like himself; But then there came The Great Flood Which moved with speed and stealth. It rushed over the plains so fast, Crushing all that crossed it’s way. Dragons everywhere fell tumbling to the ground With a roar and a rumble; Such tremendous sound. Dragons fell about with a mighty, splashy thud! Now the land is all in tatters And dragons beneath the mud. Apart from the lonely dragon With the fire in his heart. He sits upon the mountainside And he drinks himself apart.
Written sometime in 2012
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
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