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Those unexpected surprises
Wrapped in small packages
Of course were never small to everyone
And those who thought small that
The small held dear
Were burned by tiny sparks
Lighting large holdings
Stacked either side
Of some giant’s home.
What shock
That spider bite
Welting up on now blemished skin
Not pain as such but horror
That blisters define a space once smooth
A spider, yes
Must have been
Not that I’ve seen any spiders round here.
In times now past
The bell would ring unbroken
Crusades clashed on sanded lands
And gods were made by men
Now empty words ring hollow
Still echoed by chosen few
Though power bled on foreign shores
Faith will hold for times new
Burning bright when shade would suffice
Imbecilic vision disturbs peaceful night
Bolting light with hefty might
Hitting the ceiling and sticking tight
Blissful hunting whilst gears go clunking
Stealth is moot with rockets jumping
Screaming through green tinged sky
Dyed with the gaze of passers by
Explodes with laughter, going faster
Terrorising towns in fits of wonder
Scrap Dragon can’t be caged
Burning down till end of days.
Dim But Bright Poetry 