More Tygers (an answer to Blake)

With a flash of light
it begins
Jumping across the land
Eating the air as it makes its way

An untamed beast
Running across the planes
Devouring as it moves
Deadly and swift

A tyger, yes,
Yet more powerful and raw
Licking at the sky
Trapped by the land
None stand in its way

Yet all beasts tire with time
And this one is no different
As it lays down to sleep
A curl of smoke comes from its lips.

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