"Oriental Dragon" by Nicole Marie Abrahamson a.K.a tHe PsYcho PiRAte

The dragon sleeps,

Calm and peaceful.

Has been sleeping

For centuries

A young dragon,

Rarely stirring.

Wars came and

Went, Marco Polo

Came and went,

British took over

Hong Kong, China

Turned communist,

Then back to democratic,

All this is in the past,

And she doesn't like to be

In the past.

An earthquake shakes

The surrounding hills, valleys, and

Even mountains.

The earthquake strikes the lair

Of the sleeping Lung,

Jostling her from her

Sleep rudely.

She is not angry,

For she is a peaceful,

Benevolent dragon.

She opens her immense jaws

And yawns.

A peace-loving benefactor

Of the land she is,

Having nothing to do with it.

She says to herself,

(In her mind),

"Damn this quake,

I shall never sleep again!"

And so she starts to dig.

And dig her way

Through the rubble

She does with a passion

Unknown by many

For avery long time.

From the earth she appeared,

Covered with dirt, rock, and pieces of sod.

She roars triumphantly,

Flame spewing forth.

How troubled she is,

Not to mention tired,

As she heads to the river

To take a drink.

And she knew that it

Was her turn

To descend

To beneath the Earth,

To guard the vast treasures

Stored there.

And at last,

She was happy-

All without a casualty.