Pink Dragonís Lament
A pink, soft body envelopes the beast.
A clever disguise to say the least
A faÁade of weakness can dull the senses,
And make you think I have no defenses.
Allowing yourself to believe what you see,
Will surely be a catastrophe.
Soft and pink is what you see;
But, a dragon dwells inside of me.
The dragon is strong and brave and wise.
It waits it watches: it hears my cries.
I sense the dragon as it guards me.
I ache to set its spirit free.
The dragon unleashed will be so grand.
Its blazing fury will scour the land,
Razing obstacles with its molten breath.
Certainly there will be pain and death!
I must be patient and bide my time.
Then the destruction will be sublime.