Dragon
Brimstone throats burned,
before bursting into combustible myths.
Dragons were effigies,
deeply scorched into hearts.
Forever became extinct, it became,
the lick of a decaying fire.
Smoke behind the ramparts.
Maddened man grubbed for fire,
in the warm soot of flinty roots.
Naked he smoldered to master,
the furnace flare of a dragon's breath.
Long he rubbed his flames raw,
made fire leap, wildly dance,
with a zealot's fervor.
Then it was,
that they made a great war
upon the world.
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