Dragon

John Prophet

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 Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2024 06:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • 2781

    Until he pulls the plug.

    • John Prophet

      Thank you for your thoughts

    • Goldfinch60

      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

      • John Prophet

        Absolutely Andy. Thanks for reading
        Johm

      • Cassie58

        Visually captivating. Well done John.



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