A poem:

A dragon sniggered,
Eyeing two squabbling rabbits,
Perched atop a rock.

The furballs stood still,
Trembling, flooded with fear;
The beast remained calm.

Uttered one,boldly,
“O dragon,ye can breathe fire;
Feast on feared lions.

Yet driven by greed,
Ye murder more innocents
Than you can e’er eat.

No measure of meat
Can satiate thy hunger
Vitalised by greed.

Though granted power,
Ye roam, a baleful blackheart,
Relishing our angst.”

The dragon blinked once,
Drowned rabbits in roasting flames,
Gobbled their remains.

Dialogue futile;
Predators are predators,
Never to reform.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

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