Against a light blue sky

Battle was at its top.

Dragons were falling from very high,

And eventually, only one was yet to drop.

 

He dodged the deadly arrowheads,

Fired from the human’s bows.

But, he flew very high, and a ray of sun embeds

His wing as he plummets down, down, down where the flowers used to grow

 

As his wing burns like his heart of anger

Another sharp ray of sunlight is drawn

His body collapses like a metal anchor

Another species of animal, gone

 

Centuries later, while some species thrive

While one species seems to maintain a consistent number

However, over 40,000 species risk the same fate as the dragon, not just five

While here we are, still unaware, and in a deep slumber…