Dragon.
Wings
high
above.
Slashing
through
clouds.
Circling.
Emerging
from the
storm.
Humanity
unsuspecting.
Onslaught
on the
horizon.
Devastation
nears.
Dragon’s
fire.
Searing
flame
technology.
Cleansing,
altering
the way.
Once it
arrives.
Nothing
survives.
Remains
the same.
Dragon’s
breathe
zeros
and ones.
Altering,
rearranging
the way.
Technological
red eyed,
green
scaled
dragon.
Here to
stay!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 8th, 2024 06:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
Comments3
Until he pulls the plug.
Thank you for your thoughts
Back when they believed the world was flat as they reached the edge there was a sign that said "Here Be Dragons".
Nothing has changed John.
Andy
Absolutely Andy. Thanks for reading
Johm
Visually captivating. Well done John.
Thank you Cassie..
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