|Image Credit: Reptangle on Deviant Art|
I wonder where the dragons is?
No snow to mark their prints
No ice to frost their flames
How are we to know from whence the dragons cames?
They say the horde will ride
Demanding tithes of gold
Taxes in the season of rain and mud and cold
Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
Do the dragons wonder where their hatchlings is?
Wrapped and tucked in blankets
Buried in the well
When they burn my village, I'll see them all in hell
*A riff on the original "Spring in the Bronx" by Anonymous