The Dragon


breaths of flame

that hunt and sting

wound the wicked

and the pure

for her body,

sheathed in glamor,

lusts for choirs

of agony

pierced and beaten

by the brave

who broke her slumber with their swords

now hate

and scorn

are in the blood

that feeds her heart

and burns for more

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