Tuesday 2nd August
It was my Grandad who told me about them first, Mum and Dad would never talk about them, they said i'd get nightmares. The Dragons, Princes, Principalities, whatever you wanted to call them, huge monsterous spirits tied to towns and cities all over the world. Some say they are guardian spirits and that their anger, their rage is there only to enable them to protect the area of population that is entrusted to them. Others say that they are parasites, that they cripple and enslave those that they subdue and that they feed off the apathy and frustration of their subjects. All agree on one thing though, all say that the Dragons are immortal, they cannot be killed and will live forever, this is their blessing and their curse.
So there's me finishing work and taking the short cut and what do i find? - a dead Dragon that's what!
It was huge, you can understand why people who see them often lose it. It just lay there staring back at me with those
huge blank yellow eyes.It was so surreal, it was a lovely night, everything calm and quiet and a dead monster twisted up at my feet. You know what worries me, what if
something killed it? - what on earth could do that?
