ODOP: Old Danilo (20)

Ivan cursed madly, howling in the air
All the way so that, fast as the cloak flew,
The twelve-headed dragon could follow him
By the sounds. Mid-air Ivan drew his fists
And the battle raged long, wounds were exchanged,
The damp wind whistled, and Ivan subdued it.
This time he ate every last bit of it.
Never again for it to grow. The
Flying cloak was in tatters and so were
His clothes, and for once his stomach was full.


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