The skies
Suddenly
Burst asunder
As through the broken clouds
A great thunder
As a roaring
Of a great dragons breath
Flames
Erupted
From the dragons mouth
As its firey breath
First burnt out the north
And then the south
Then the east
The dragon then flew west
Its fire, dead
It then glided
Along the now
Crimson red sky
And like a slave
To its own desires
Returned to its cave
Burnt out
Lost in its opinions
Of a race
That lacked subtlety
He was simply avenging
Mother earth
His fire
For Gaia
Who he had loved
Since his laboured birth
He entered his lair
Stepping on ancient gold
From old
He wept
Steaming dragon tears
Then silently wallowed
Within
Tomorrow
He would wipe away
His cindered tears
And his sorrow
And release his rage
Again
But until then
He would dream
His dragon dreams

by Jemia