Boiling from the passageway where earth has met the sky 
The heavens roll with anger held at bay 
Intense emotion rising up to form the frothing spume 
To form the head of terror come to life 
Thunder, rolling ‘cross the blue, to banish all my hope 
Storming squalls invading quiet days 
Dispelling joy, dispersing peace, delivering alarm 
The dragon of the night has conquered hope 
And undulating athwart, to cover light from view 
The ebony has come to capture breath 
As halted, caught within my chest, I can no longer breathe 
I faint and fall into a dream of death                
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their are many dragons, the only way to defeat the dragon is by getting face to face to it .