Let the fire flow, let the dragon fly Dragon of ancient,Wounded in hieght
Subjected to earth,earthling his subject
Eyes blood shot, shot down by blood.

Falling from distant hieght,
Wing in featherie winds.
Broken as a shattered trottle .
landing in a garden .

Furiously he fumes ,Fire blood n' woe.
Now the death noise escalating , tolls .
He speaks in solitary voice
" will I fly again"?
"Now my pride is gone and I low",
Having my wings broken in two,
Breaking, I must have my revenge .

on the high and mighty ,
and the unfortunately, low.




© ikeora chuka