The Night I Was a Dragon
It is my fire they fear
The Night I Was a Dragon
All the innocents look up. I don’t know them, but they are scared. It is my fire they fear so hot, coming out of my mouth. I am flying too fast to see their faces. I don’t think I know them, though I’m not looking closely enough to tell. I almost envy their world, the one they hardly believe i…
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