I can't help but think Of a dragon blowing flames It's tongue And eyes Indiscriminately Imposing it's will On Notre Dame Cathedral On the church, landmark, history Veiled in its ugliness The beast of burden Improbable yet denomic A page out of a bad dream Ravaging it's relentless head Flames spewing from it's mouth Stretching in maddening red Hell touching the Heavens With angels everywhere Crying, praying, willing Blocking it's path It's destruction A timber roof A spiral Now layed to rest In view of it's last rites I can't help but think Fictional this dragon in my mind And people of all walks of life Ethnicity, denomination, lot From the nearby streets To those viewing across the globe All watching in horror Emotional and impassionate Viscerally pulling the dragons tail back With hopes, chants, bonds Disposing of this dragon From rearing it's ugly head further I can't help but think Merci Merci Merci It wasn't worse Notre Dame Cathedral Long withstanding adversity It's foundation resolute Strong, with a lions heart And a stronger will