Dragon Prince


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some Eons ago

there was a son of the dragon

little as he was

he always felt a baron

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flying from tree to tree

he almost fell to the ground

alighting from an old oak tree

 docking at a leafless found

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the vernal proud juvenile

 boasted  himself with annoying guts

just a little learning of everything

professed himself with his whimsical acts 

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“oh, little dragon

you still have a lot to learn

don’t own the kingdom that easy

 who’ll inherit it is still unborn”

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in his daily show of pride

of leaping from tree to tree

he landed at a branch old and dead

it broke

 the dumbness of the ground felt the catastrophe

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broken braincase  and ribs

 tattered wings un-expansive

vertebrae were busted

all the joints cracked

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now lying in his golden casket

quiet and breathless cadaver

his dream of becoming king

was just a smoke on the platter

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 grievers far and wide

kings and queens of distant kingdoms

with their men they have arrived

to pay respect to the fallen prince

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ten mountains of mourners

were seen at the burial lines

with horses and warriors

all carried flags and signs

.

let this be a lesson

to all braggadocio

don’t be so aggressive

a braggart of the show …

   

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