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Fyodor Sologub
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THE DRAGON
Evil dragon in the zenith fiercely glowing,
Filaments of flame across the heavens throwing,
Singeing all the valley with a heat that scorches,—
From the deep, dark quiver I will pluck an arrow
Tipped with subtle poison that shall find thy marrow:
All too early flourish thy triumphal torches.
I shall draw my bow in valiant retribution,
I, executor of ruthless execution,
And thy groaning answer my glad ears shall cherish
As I speed the sudden doom long overhanging,
And the arrow whizzes with a brazen twanging.
Thou shalt fade, thou evil dragon, thou shalt perish.
