Glory to Grief

August 28, 2019

I venture through the valleys and creeks,
and I climb up to the mountain peaks,
I look the creature in the eye,
Its wings spread out, its head held high,
I draw then drive my sword and say,
Hey dragon, won’t you come my way,
Its feisty mouth starts to fill with fire,
A glorious fight is my great desire,
It swoops and dives it wants to destroy,
As I leap and spear my sword in joy,
I feel a streak of sadness instead,
a beautiful creature, now is dead…


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