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Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Dragon

The dragon has ascended;
And soars wrathfully,
High above the clouds;
Riding the thermals of chaos,
Searching, and watching,
The ways and goings
Of the sons of Adam:
Seeking prey below.
His eyes are steely cold;
His heart is firm,
As precious stone;
Hard, like the anvil;
When he rises up,
The mighty are afraid:
For he is a king,
Over all the children
Of pride and avarice.

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