BLeary eyed dragon

Aren't you happy I unwrested myself
from my nature sleep, where I laid upon the rocks with an unpecked liver
Noone took the fire from my outstretched hand

is this why I got struck by lightning? Quenched spirits and scorchmarks?

I wonder if the vultures tire of my screeching, and that is why the sky stays empty.

Fine; i will do it myself. Hand me that claw,
Lend me your beak.

Someone's got to punish this fool

for his faith in humanity.