Millenia Gone

A dragon plummets from without the moon

And in the very same instant another star winks out

The soul of the great beast has expired

It savagely beats its falling wings

And speaks coarsely in its hollow, rasping tongue

Of a time, long since passed, when it was young

Gravity latches onto the dragon and drags her cruelly earthward

She can no longer defeat the elements and stay aloft

Screaming, tearing at her breast she plummets headlong

Into a dark chasm somewhere in the south, deep inside a forest

And the nightingale whistles in its shrill, beauteous tongue

Of millennia gone when the great reptilian was young.