Ragnarok

The Dragon travels across the land

His weakness represented by the crimson sand.

As the sun arches through the sky

He utters the words, "My time to die."



All alone, he is consumed by fear

His abandonment causes him to shed a tear

All who have cared; their time is past

How did he know comfort would not last?



Angry at the world, he is driven by hate

Because of this, he will never be great

The demons of the world he seeks to overtake

Failing miserably, he realizes his mistake.



Night has fallen; the moon is high

Blood gushes as emotions intensify

It wells up from inside; he begins to choke

A fitting end to life's cruel joke.

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