blood begins pour from my wounds
as I fall to the ground
with a thunderous thud
and my wings flap one last time
hunted by those creatures
that make themselves to be gods
saying that they control all
so they kill all
they speak of a great civilization
while they kill the last of my kind
they speak of peace as they killed my brothers
does their hypocrisy ever end
does the humans hypocrisy knows no bounds
as they kill the last of my kind
the last of the dragons
Author notes
Written April 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- Dragons by Through Your Iris.
300 points, ended April 26, 2005, 7 entries
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You totally should have won that contest...I say three years later. Incase you actually ever sign on again I'm weepingcuts...I don't know if you would remember me but I have always loved your poetry. I hope if you sign on again you will hit me up!
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Good shift at the end with the structure, good job man. I hope everything works out at prom, jebus how many plan changes can there be!
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