Largo spread out his wings
cold air rippled across his wings,
sunlight dazzled upon his wings
glowing in the mid-day sun.
The world clean and simple
for he was master of the sky,
creating fear, but hunted
nowhere to call home.
A dragon can’t exist on sunlight alone
looking down upon his day’s work,
burnt swathes, cut across the land
killing few cattle, too slow to run.