I Am The Dragon Poem by Sophie Allyah

Consumed by the fire of the dragons
But they are nothing but worms
They envisioned as the mighty dragons
Deceiving thoughts these hideous worms!

Consumed by death, I repent
But with the wrigglers, I became insane
Maybe I'm not like before, because I repent
But it doesn't mean I am completely sane

Ended only by their death in the future
Consumed by hatred, it never ends
Hence, the death battle in the future
From the present war that never ends

These pathetic mindless worms
A strain of degenerate struggling scorns
Truth is more depressing than their pretends
Fabulists, on the ruin, in their defense

The white sheet is stained from dotting
I'm the fierce of the dragon, raised by a man
Shackled from the very beginning
The verity is farther than the sun