A foul, dark dragon
Monstrous, ugly, cruel
Scales with spikes climbing his back
Hardly contained in a prison made by man
He paces the room, testing its strength.
Thrusting his head between bars
His toxic breath swallowing all in
Black Clouds
Peirced only by two eyes of
Blood Red
He searches for someone to consume with
White Fire
yes–it is caged–barely–
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