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Voices of DRAGONS ...  When the world was fresh and young. We were woven into legends, Tales were told, and songs were sung; We were treated with respect We were honored, we were feared Then one day, they stopped believing; On that day, we disappeared. Now they say our time is over; Now they say we've lived our last; We are treated with derision, Where we once ruled unsurpassed. We must make them remember, In some way we must reveal That our spirit lives forever. We are DRAGONS! We are real!  I'm tired of being a dragon, Ferocious and brimming with flame, The cause of unspeakable terror When anyone mentions my name. I'm bored with my bad reputation For being a miserable brute, And being routinely expected To brazenly pillage and loot. I wish that I weren't repulsive, Despicable, ruthless and fierce, With talons designed to dismember, And fangs finely fashioned to pierce. I've lost my desire for doing The deeds any dragon should do, But, since I can't change my nature, I guess I'll just terrify you!  A dragon lives in my computer. It's there when I turn on the screen. It stares at me, fierce and unfriendly Through eyes of malevolent green; It hisses and spits little fires, It flicks it's preposterous tail; I've tried every trick to erase it, But all of my stratagems fail.  I just do not know where it came from, Or why it keeps picking on me, Examining me like a morsel It's thinking it might fricassee! I wish I could douse it with water, Or bop it a bit on the snout. A dragon is in my computer... I sure hope it never gets out! Poems by Jack Prelutskyy  Next Page
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