All flee in terror when it darkens the skies,
Wrought in iron and chain,
Wings built from aircraft carcasses,
Eye fabricated from red traffic lights,
Spewing petroleum-fueled flames,
Searing all of the peoples homes,
Not to mention their ambitions.

It is mankind’s greatest threat,
But man has only himself to blame,
It was built to destroy the enemies of mankind,
But they made a miscalculation,
They forgot one significant fact,
Mankind is his own worst enemy.

Dark stannic wings approach.
Here comes the man-made monster.
You best hide.


  1. vitaemagazine000 says:


  2. I *am mankind’s greatest threat,

    Other then that minor grammatical error, this is nothing short of brilliant!

  3. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    The Clockwork Dragon

  4. Lily Wight says:

    There’s a novel in this idea ­čÖé

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