A dragon stirs in his prison of flames.
Raging fires burn within its confines threatening to burst through the walls of stone,
Placed there by those that hated and feared the creature.
The fires burned and roared,
Its feet pounded and stomped,
Its tail swung and crushed.
Regardless of the thunderous noise of anger,
A calm melody could be heard, piercing through the anger,
It echoed throughout the fiery domain,
Dulling the fierce atmosphere.
The fires dimmed,
And the rage ceased.
The dragon was tamed,
For now.
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