-Black Dragon-

Curse to this beast...
I've seen what it can do,
It drifts & plays, for days in ways I've never meant to say.
And yet and still, I feel its will...
Toying with my tarts,
Just flavored little games to savor,
Preening unto scarring hearts,
It's silhouette high up-above; eyes focused from the sun,
Until; I scurry, Until; I win,
Roll off the ends,
My cave has not grown, but floods with the tyranny of my past.
I've shown... but no more than I can.
I drift on faceted-rainbow creations, high above towers of distant relations,
I moan...
But you best damn well agree,
This heart isn't free, Taxes too taxed,
No gold for this fix,
The peasents stirred tides 
With dead ladel-stride,
Latching out under crushing old lives.
Oh, I heard their stories...
They sputtered from falling mouths,
"Tales they told for years, was it?"
They're spoken,
From an un-hallowed ground;
To only the dormouse'iest of ears.
Myoxida, I rest...
Panthera tigris, my focus...
Corvus, it feeds...
No matter how steel, no matter how stone;
Her strength is my villain, her burns are my home...
You've seen its destruction...
Ambered embers, twisting cinders, bending smoke to choke;
Cancelling void, I can't sever the nerves, to kill off the head.
They're quite thick & have grown paxadermal,
I'm begging you monster... Please turn away.
skulk in your skull & sully your soul,
with the same feeling you felt when you killed them...
I've slain many your kind, see all these marks left behind?
But there's something entirely new...
I do not know what, but I feel in my gut... it'll show when sun sets on you.
No, no, no... their torches are not fake,
They WILL burn... they WILL scar... but your skin is different;
Scaled, armored & worn; your curses have healed, your desire's a thorn...
See how it tastes? When I bleed from this prick,
She hunts to the trail as a blood-driven tick.
No warning hath sound,
Man after man, they did not resound...
No more are there stones to stack on my skin,
I can not find mercy, I'm lost to begin.
my hedges are daft, my lantern's a raft;
How doth she want to be?
Claw this melting tea-pot man,
Rip assunder every plan,
And feed me to myself on a tray or a shelf,
To spill in pleasures once forgot, I'll feel it past the numb.
Hunting castles I built for the sake of desire,
Aloft in fanfares; so blaring with fire.
Drift on the drafts, so Nimbus at hand; to this cotton candy sugar land...
All the while,
My Goddess & guile, my banshee of dreams I will have.
Kisses me when... not here, now or then,
But when time doesn't cease,
and pours into the streets.
And leaves ashen the marks of our sin,
Would you like to see; how far up dreams had left?
Too bad...
This is my time to shine,
My armor polished from soot of wonder,
The blood of victory; restless sleeves.
Here it comes... awaiting the kill, it's focused.. steady now..
Feed it her favorite, I've poisoned it too...
My heart...