Amid plastic,
straight and curved,
surfaces,
a ruthless lance ruins
the sinuous neck
of a majestic dragon,
that bends down
before the death.
So the last spasms
of a proud existence
become story,
myth and credence.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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