night
brings
dragon-full
sky.
ruddy smoke
bleeds across
the river
from our
blasted homes,
drifts up
and leads us
into our
mountains.
tonight when
their roaring wings
block
the stars
we will trust
our hills
to save us.
when we’re ready,
we’ll return.
if there are still dragons,
we may burn again.
we may slay them.
we will endure.
Dark Matter 
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