I see the fire. I feel the fear
I don't know why, but this time for real.
The claps of wings, hot sulfur breath.
It seems to me, that there's flight of the death.
Last dragon flies in smoking clouds.
Magic creature - furious and proud,
The lord of power, the king of the sky.
There's no tale, I swear, he's alive.
Long time ago the dragons' tribe
Was told foe for the whole mankind.
After the cruel and merciless hunt
Among survived he's the only one.
And while he stares (right) into my eyes
I feel no more fear or despise.
I got aware - he's no evil,
But hope for one's dream to become real.
Александр (Bensho) Баженов 2004