A sonnet — And now, the dragons come, clouding the sky,
Their leather wings gleam grey as molten lead,
They screech and howl as overhead they fly,
Swoop down, snatch-claw the bodies of the dead,
And in the sea, Leviathan ploughs waves,
Its mighty jaws encompass Spanish galleons,
Yet now they swallow men in briny graves,
Whose bones and…