Dragon

My bad, but I do have my pieces in place, thought I have no space for

pieces of shit

My bad I wronged uttering condemnation

Desolation in response I got,

Hot spear piercing guts, venomous point and tongue

My bad I lay to rest, upon my treasure, don’t test me

Or else I’ll breath fire, scooping hot air and letting go

Feel no desire to make a move

And so, I’ll patiently wait.

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