Guillotine

The aging dragon spat pity
she was the last in the city

She’s the last offspring of her kind
she looked to me like she was blind

The king’s orders cannot be reversed
he believed the old dragon is cursed

Magic is a servant the king won’t hire
he said; Magic makes the dragon spit fire

The guillotine was known to be a loner
had only one friend, the executioner

Tomide Abdul