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Dragon, dragon, darkness still,
What great heroes did you ****?
What fair princesses did you capture?
What villages fell to your fiery rapture?
What kings grew poor to fill your hoard?
What great knights tried to smite you with their sword?

Dragon, dragon, mighty dragon,
When did your interest lie in the passing wagon?
When did the wings cease to beat?
When was sleeping your only feat?
When did the sky stop being your home?
When did your scales become a ****’s comb?

Dragon, dragon, fading dawn,
Where has your magic gone?
Where is the wind of your wings?
Where is your wealth of many kings?
Where is the fire of your breath?
Where is the rumor of your death?

Dragon, dragon, famous lizard,
Who was it that beat the wizard?
Who was it that claimed the gold?
Who was it that’s name was feared where told?
Who was it that killed the knight?
Who was it that that lived to smite?

Dragon, dragon, paper creature,
How did you become scoffed by the teacher?
How did the pen tame the savage?
How did the magnificent become the average?
How did nature become fantastic?
How did you become evil to the ecclesiastic?

Dragon, dragon, mythical beast,
What was it that made you the least?
When did you begin to fade?
Where was your legend made?
Who was it that you fear?
How did you just disappear?
Imagine a fearless world of good intentions.
Does it look delicious or taste sweet?
Is there perfume in the air?
Have we reached heaven yet?

Accept a fearful world of bad intentions.
Does it look repulsive or taste salty?
Is there pollution in the air?
Have we reached hell yet?
Woke up this morning
To a powerful draw
Stepped out on the porch
Heeding the call

All of my neighbors
Were out there with me
Willing and able
To fill the powerful need

All went to the right
Not a one turned to the left
Came to the towns edge
Then went straight ahead

We walked on for days
We were far out of town
Not knowing the way
Nor where we were bound

We just  followed the pull
That tugged at our hearts
The roads became full
All with the desire

We came to a field
People throughout the land
The world came together that day

~And interlocked hands~

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