There were dragons in the sky that night, with tongues of flame that licked away the day and fiery breath that smudged the air with smoke.
People in our little town, their curtains drawn, their blinds pulled down, sat watching television.
There were dragons in the sky that night that swooped across their roofs, and did they hear their rushing wings?
Did they smell the fire?
And in their sleep do they dream of dragons in the sky?
Do they ever dream of how
the dragons have been freed,
with tongues of flames to
sear the world,
and fiery breath to
choke its air with smoke?
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