Chimerical Vision

With argent wings that struck the air,
the dragon prince took flight.
Young Mischa rode on his great neck;
the two a dazzling sight.
The gleaming vision morphed and then
Apollo the prince became.
But Mischa tumbled off his neck;
engulfed in deep blue flames.
Apollo cursed his lazy crow;
more slothful than a sloth.
And with his words - he never knew -
dear Mischa became a moth.

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