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A Dragon's Prayer

A Dragon's Prayer

Now I lay me down to prey,
Foolishly mortal wanders this way.
Salivating with pangs of withdrawal,
A fierce craving to see victims crawl.

Gore and blood a redeeming fire,
Your painful death my one desire.
Unholy scarlet within glowing eyes,
Evil incarnate in winged disguise.

Make no mistake I'll eat you raw,
Slashing deep with one sharp claw.
Disemboweled at my scaly feet,
The smell so heady of fresh meat.

Be my guest I implore you to run,
Exhilarating chase is half the fun.
A dragon's nature has no remorse,
You'll be my relished main course.

Vile and cruel the infinite thrill,
I long for the moment of the kill.
My hot breath of brimstone heat,
Warms a victim to tar-tare meat

The savoring bite to jugular vein,
Mortal weakling viewed with disdain
Adrenaline surge a mighty high,
As victims begin to painfully die.

Ebbing life-force eventually fade,
Empty promise with soul for trade.
Keep your petty religious prayer,
Victims taste divine with a hint of despair.

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Jason Brown

Ye gods, you're in a bloodthirsty mood today!!!

"Victims taste divine with a hint of despair"?!? The seasoning of hopelessness, eh?!
That's some dark mojo right there, DARKLY!!

Evocative, grisly, fun!!!

J xxx

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Richard Waters

An intense experience ! Your poems often display an atmospheric character that is so gripping as to be quite alarming !! Love your work.

Long may you continue to write.Β 

Take care. Hug.

:)

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