The Mighty Dragon

The mighty dragon bows its head, a fleeting movement of beauty and dread. With horns of molten, and a mane of gold, teeth of pearl, a beast of old. The mighty dragon bows its head, its eyes glowing as it seeks its bed. Out of a cave, with poles of steel, man marches forth, they seek not to heal. The mighty dragon bows its head, its eyes knowing even in death, that man is a monster, a force of destruction, a God in their own right. But even man has his flaws.

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• Dezuku  (65404 strokes)