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The Dragon
by the Banshee
Shadow rising, out of my dreams
Breathing fire, to burn my soul
Vapors of sulphur, wrap around
Quickly dissipates
As powerful wings cast it out
I see his eyes, an angry red
Haunting teeth, of sharpened white
Menacing talons, to tear me apart
He hovers above, shaking the ground I stand
It's too late to run, nowhere to hide
My awe and fear, led to this exposure
Yet you think him, a beast of myth
He is not, but the incarnation
Of the human soul
Not just any, but that of one man
The one I know him to be
The one who damned me.
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