Times Long Gone

O, great dragon of mine
Majestic, scaled flyer
Life swiftly will you decline
If you can’t breathe fire!

Your mountains of gold will do no good
When the hunters find your lair
A well-placed spear of Ironwood
And your soul flies elsewhere

Humans will never know
The freedom of soaring ‘cross the sky
Only stones at you they throw
Thinking it evil to fly...

They hunt you of riches and fear
And we know human fear is distinct
With nature you’ve seemed to interfere
No wonder you’re all extinct.

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