The Consummate Dragon

It is truly the perfect being

Its armor is tenfold shields

Its teeth, swords

Claws in the guise of greeting hands

How does it sleep at night

This tyrant?

Heaping slaves on the pyre

Just to watch ambition burn

It is truly the perfect being

It's armor is tenfold shields

And from its tongue, fire

Could any being verily bask in malevolence

As if its indifference might pardon it?

This tyrant

He is the fatherless

With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself

What can it create?

This uninspired muse rules only barren lands

It cannot create a thing

When the public speaks the truth

Simply tear it down

Dissent, and smolder

Your thoughts are law, great dragon

Just spare me and mine

While I bide my time

Knowing you well

The enemy

Cover may the every men

I show no recoil for

A would-be dragon

The common man is the consummate dragon

The poorest excuse of a man

My chest to shields

My teeth to swords

My hands to claws

And fire...

Now we can make war

A titan against a titan