Smoke billows from the nostrils of the Dragon
at the mouth of her newly resealed cave,
high above two wheeled centaurs hurrying to and fro.
Knights walk their loyal steeds instead of riding them
and the damsels in distress reside on the fourth floor,
but the elevator’s broken.
Even the wizards moonlight as waiters.

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