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Drakos
A thousand lives in a slitted blink,
then a slow,
fixed
stare.
Cosmic scatters shine
in the great eye,
deepest at dusk.
Armored muscles shift
in their tectonic rumblings
and iron talons flex.
A hot rush of wings presses
shadow grasses down.
In its wake, solemn silence vows
its return.
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