There's a strange sort of madness taking over this world.
It is mundane.
It is generic, and it is a cancer eating away all original thought.
The dragons are all in hiding, too afraid to breath fire for they would rather stay in hiding than be hunted into extinction.
So we sit alone and allow our fires to smolder.
We are all dying just some prolong the obvious.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
There's a strange sort of madness taking over this world.
It is mundane.
It is generic, and it is a cancer eating away all original thought.
The dragons are all in hiding, too afraid to breath fire for they would rather stay in hiding than be hunted into extinction.
So we sit alone and allow our fires to smolder.
We are all dying just some prolong the obvious.
A poem from my first and now thankfully out of print book A Cold Beer Beats A Warm Heart.
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