27 August 2012
Their feet hammer the ground,
Yet running wizards don't make a sound,
Quick! Quick! They run faster,
Urgent need to avert disaster!
The great dragon has escaped,
His great bones had really ached,
Trapped down a cave so deep,
Golden tears of metal he did weep,
Iron chains dug into the rock,
Couldn't stand, couldn't even walk,
"Enough!" He had roared,
Through the stone he clawed,
Diamond fangs crushing away,
Everything that got in his way,
Veins flooded, boiling red magma of rage,
No longer shall he be kept in his cage,
So now the wizards run,
Nothing will work -
No sword or gun,
The dragon is free,
"Nothing again will contain me."
Run • Opuss № I