Dragoons

Scraping the valley floor leaping skyward                                                                                                                like a large locust prepared for war                                                                                                                        Thunder’s neck turns nostrils spewing glory                                                                                                           Fiercer than dusky wolves that are hoary                                                                                                              Flying like an eagle swift to devour                                                                                                                         while the dragon’s breath shows its fire power                                                                                                         The thundering hand of death ripping flesh                                                                                                           Breaking bone regarding not they do thresh                                                                                                            This flying army with boots on the ground                                                                                                                 Is the first eyes you meet a hellish hound

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