At midnight, the Dragon will wake up
He will roar and spread his wings.
The beast in the soul will get up
And he'll desperately scream.
Skill body and angry look.
His arms are paws, and armor his skin.
The world is in the power of the beast.
Only sadly moon shines for him.
Beast lurks in the hunt for victim
Quietly sneaks and beckons to himself.
Prey is enchanted, he's not afraid...
To be in trouble with a new friend.
But the sly eyes light up,
They'll show a greedy vice.
A small beast cannot resist
And surrender to the hunter.
The beast quenches its passion
Takes the heat from the victim.
Puts claws into the body
And greedily bites him...
In the morning, the Dragon flies away to his cave to rest.
But even in his dreams he keeps looking for a new prays.
At midnight
© Copyright: Мила Краш, 2021
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