Sleeping Dragon

              To an eyeless mind -
                                        a pile of dusty bones
              To human carrion
                                        a rotting carcass
              A figure cast in stone
                                        to desensitised bodies
              A whimsical relic
                                        to lost, wearied souls.
              Lying undisturbed -
                                        as peoples toss and turn
              Soundly in wait
                                        as cities crumble
              The dragon sleeps
                                        while worlds wage war
              And awakes refreshed
                                        when strife and pestilence

are no more.

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