Smok has arrived on the scene.
Once again, the villagers have had to flee.
While their homes burn.
And their town destroyed.
In order to tame the dragon.
The city's finest have been blasting away
At anything and everything.
They haven't even kept themselves a way out.
There is no fair maiden
This time to take his heart
And allow the rest to live
In peace and freedom.
Down he swooped
The dragon out of the east
To meet his mate in the West
Except she was not there.
They had killed her
Or worst locked her away
Where he could not find her
He needs a female to mate
Even one of their own
To turn into a dragon
With his wizard friend
Or don't they know what happens to their sacrifice?
Here we are again so long into this strange
World of tall glass mirror towers
And cement basements
Hiding what he wants
Revenge for his kind
They thought they could do away
With them all together.
Instead, they have simply been sleeping.
If only the local artillery
Knew what lay beneath their feet
Huge fireballs of hell
Will be coming their way
And it will be their own fault
If they upset the balance
Those furnaces are light
Down below by something they do not know
It is strong enough to blast
A whole in the atmosphere
Above them
Stupid fools
With all that gun power
Why don't they learn
As he circles
Eyeing below
Of what is left
Of the old city of Kyiv
Before that there was another
With a different name
It was wonderous
And beautiful
It was the envy
Of the East
But no more
They were not wise
Enough to leave
Well, enough alone.
Long ago before those
Long boats arrived
They flew themselves
In small aircraft
Made out of dragon wings
They were their pride and joy
Those crafts that could
Breathe air instead of ground
Even the great outcropping
On the Black Sea
Can't stop them from coming
To see what is left
Of the once and proud
The Scythians
Were a much smarter people
And yet they also went the way
Of Humans
He can feel the heat
Of their factory
He knows how to make
It lights up the entire sky
If he wants and he will want
If he does not find his sleeping
Female somewhere
Maybe they will light
It together in their marriage
Romance is in the air
As he searches and searches
No Saint George
To come in and smit
Him this time
He took care of those a long time ago.
There is no one left willing
To lift a hand or a spear
Towards him in fear
For his delight to destroy
Became too obvious
In the past
That they won't even mention
It anymore in their journals.
Where or where
Is she?
Let sleeping dragons lay
Wise villagers or he will be back.....
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