The retired dragon looked longingly at his toes
and the retracted webbing
never to fly again in the swirls and twirls of love's chase
the red eye covered with the patch of alone
the spark of his flame now quickly extinguished
bound on this moribund ground
trudging towards his final mountain cave
and the bones of Her…
there…
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