Eyes opened, with red new found desire,
The sleeping dragon awakes so slowly
And knows well the message this wind has blown.
The time to rise had come, to bring fire,
To burn the unfaithful, to turn holy
By melting deeply sins within the bone.
Then off he raised above the tallest spire,
Without growing hopes, humble and lowly,
Leaving behind more than just his old throne.
Well focused on becoming then higher
He slithered past gem and coin, but only
'Cause truly he then knew these were his own.
Alone he shall land on the dark mire,
Lonely and ready for what's truly known.
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