PAIN ME Little Dragon
listen to I Know I'm a Wolf
A dragon, a dragon
Soaring alone
His claws are sharpened
His eyes are so cold
Blood stains his teeth
He will not deny
He's lived to kill
And taught to bite
Death taints his soul
Or so he's been told
A dragon, a dragon
Empty and cold
Scales like a shield
Broken and old
He's been left behind
He's been abandoned by his kind
Fury fans his flames
Anger clouds his mind
He soars through the air
Only half alive
A deer, a deer
Is coming near
The dragon's lair
Smoke flies through the air
He lifts his menacing head
His gold eyes - dead
The deer hears none
The dragon hears lungs
In and out
Badump badump
Goes the heart, filling with dread
Pumping red,
filled with blood
He watched in silence
She gazed at scenery
Interested was he
Curiosity and sincerity
Her coat was bright
Her nuzzle wet
The dragon was captivated
The deer was next
He was alone
Nowhere to go
She traveled the world
In herds they roamed
The dragon rose,
prepared to go
The deer did twitch
She drowned in fear
Casting off like mistle mist
Heartbeat harder
Legs pumping farther
The dragon caught up
A roar did erupt
From his old and cracked fangs
Saliva dripping like poison in veins
The dragon grabbed her by the throat
Instantly killing her
A sad song note screamed
from her dried cracked lips
A last goodbye erupted
Like a mourned eclipse
The dragon dragged her to his bed
The deer was cradled by her head
The dragon feared being alone
He was born to kill and condone
The death of natures beautiful kin
To rip and tear at her skin
To take the doe piece by piece
And gobble her up like boiled geese
But the dragon left her corpse askew
Never touching her body or goo
He left her untainted
Minus the blood
A constant reminded
Of the monster he was
Blood stained his teeth
He would not deny
But his heart was empty
Like the deer’s cold, sad eyes
The dragon cuddled with her rotten flesh
He cried alone
He’s killer no less
A dragon a, dragon,
With a heavy heart
Sat alone
Wet in the dark
The doe, her blood
Stained his scales
But all he desired
Was the touch of a heart
A pure, beating one
Unlike his dark heart
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The pain that the dragon feels
Is something we can all relate too on a spiritual level
Are you the dragon or the doe?
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HeRo (Sⓗort Stⓞrⓘⓔs)
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