There once were dragons –
ancient ones,
whose shadow cooled
a thousand suns.

When peasants few
and feeble frail,
Let fly their arrows
thick as hail.

And mighty beasts
that once defied;
through darkness fell,
to earth – and died.

Still the dragons
upward swarm,
Still the flesh
of infants torn.

Still the peasants
few and frail,
here stand against the
burning gale.


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