The black dragon
Flying out from his hide out
Into the moonlit night
He roars loudly as he is flying away
He sits on the mountain
High trying to reach the sky
Eyes radiant claws sharpening white
He has waited long enough
To taste the power and wealth
He eyes the valley
Knowing fully well the people fear
The roar and thunderbolt of fire
It has begun; his lapdogs have run
He has tasted blood
His lips red without redemption
As the moonlight shine on it
It sparkles radiantly flow
The black dragon roars
“People better prepared for fear
I am not sitting on my throne
I am going to burn the ground
Turning it into my domain”
The black dragon flies away
He has shown his pleasurable traits
The people quiver listening to its roar
The fear and distability returns
Yet the people will stand united
There is hope yet to turn it over
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