Collection of Mystical Poetry

The Dragonfly

The dragonfly

Flies, flies away

As it is the sign

Of its past decay

It used to fly but it was destroyed

By a man who thought he was a God

But it never really perished

Even when it was diminished.

The dragonfly was once a gigantic, majestic dragon

That used to burn the villages of its enemies

And it protected the princess in her great region

Until the evil ones killed her in their fantasies.

The dragon threatened for brutal revenge

And they attacked it with an axe so strange

That it was intensely disturbed for only one moment

And it was enough for them to murder it in an instant

The legend says that at that cruel point of the story

The dragon died within hours and hours of agony

But one of its enormous scales was still perfectly alive

So that it could escape of this horrible hell and survive

And the dragonfly flied, flied away,

Never giving up on its dream to reach the sky

It transformed itself until today

Where you can still see a part of the dragon alive