Last Of The Dragons

Here I am on top of the world
Gliding with my wings unfurled
The world sliding by below.
I feel the Zephyr's gentle flow.
To me there is no better thing,
than flying here, on dragon's wing.
Perhaps it is my fate to be alone.
Perhaps for some past sin to attone.
Alas, how the world turns grey,
as man takes nature away.
Over the last of the old ways I dwell,
But of the Juggernaut called man I cannot escape the smell.
I will guard the pure of the world to the end of all.
Perhaps after Man's fall.
Perhaps one day my soul I will release,
Someday, I, the last dragon, may have peace.

Draco
Mike Faragher

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