Skyscrapers, their feet Set in concrete, Watch over the smoggy city street. The needles of factory chimneys Spin fluffy cotton clouds Into dreary mundane grey funeral shrouds To spread on the city street. Only the gaudy glow Of neon-lit store fronts Pierces the murky smog…

Paradise lost they rumble through murky past Ancient curse rains on troubled souls amassed Creatures of magic mighty yet so weak By day they hide under dusty robes meek By night their stormy speech thunder-speak Onward march dragon-kin into the mist To defend sea and…