The dragon
The dragon is in heaven
Spitting fire
Walking the gold lanes spitting fire
D'ost spat it before me in his last breath
Then dwindled slowly onwards to death
Unto Antarctic ice he did flew
Quenching the earth's thirst,
Goodly deeds before you
Still his lungs did swell up and burst
The dragon is in heaven spitting fire
For whatever desire of those in hell
Heaven is hell for those upthere as well
Copyright @ Uonder Ac Kilkenny
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I would like to translate this poem