Dragon in My Dream

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There once was a sinking house

Upon the empty street;

It never once did house a guest

Nor wearied traveler greet.

None know from whence this house had come―

Toward what purpose 'twas erected;

We only know the face it showed

Of loneliness perfected.

'Till one day the creature came

And the emptiness he severed

With eyes of hatred for this house;

To destroy it he endeavored.

Ashes, smoke, and flames of death

Were the home's last sight to see

Ere it was razed unto the dust

By the dragon in my dream.

We know not what the reasons for

This dragon's violent act,

Why he flew to lonely lands

And the hollow home attacked.

Was there justice on this day?

Did the house deserve its fate?

Or when the ashes blow away,

Will justice come too late.

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