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The Dragon
Deep in the caverns of my used to be resides a dragon of immense proportions. Along the viaducts of my existence it wanders back and forth. In the hallways of my mind I hear the screams of its victims. The dragon feeding and feasting on those who cross its path. Burning flames cauterising pains sealing scars of slashed memories. Talons digging into flesh and bone ripping apart the the long dead. Deep in the caverns of my used to be The dragon sleeps, dreaming of escape. Hibernating till summer arrives. Slumbering in the corners of my used to be.
© Copyright 2007 Cheryl O'Brien (UN: wollemi_poet at Writing.Com).
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