Enjoying the splendor of her exploit,
She reveled in her new found territory
What nature bequeathed on her…
She failed to add to nature.
Alas! The land is angry;
Grumbling hard against the intruder,
But its sibilating sound is sonorous to the dragon –
The last of her kind.
At the climax of her pleasure
Forgetting her Achilles heel is in her stomach,
She made a reverberating guffaw
Accompanied by a conflagration.
Helpless against her consequence,
She became a laughing stock to fishes,
A mediocre before the chicks;
They refused to give her asylum.
She yearned for her old white chain
Tied to the ancient pillar of western world.
She’s no longer missed at home,
Replace by a new dragon from the southern province.
No home for her again,
Except the endless sky.
She became a vagabond
Relieved of her glory,
Taunted as a giant,
But reduced to a mere fly
That has past but no future.
© Solomon Temitope