Dragons

Dragons

Inside the Misty Mountain
In an ancient dwarfs' cave
Lived a coiled and scaly dragon
Who’d made himself a slave

He was the best
He was the king
A beast so blessed
He loved his bling

His bling was made from stolen souls,
Stolen emotions, and stolen goals.
His magic was to put you down,
So he could wear the golden crown.

With green forked tongue and fiery breath,
He’d convince you, you’d escape near death.
He’d call you in to gaslight you.
Convincing you to do his do.

Once, you near his hoard of gold,
He’d turn on you for being bold.
Then throw a fit; explode with fire
For you are now a big fat liar.

He’d rage at you, and put you down..
 You’d try to speak, but he’d only drown,
Drown out your voice with his rage,
For you are meek and he is sage.

 Then you weaken; he knows it’s time
To grab his narcissistic prime.
To feed on his, “Better than you”,
Piece by piece, and chew by chew.

Your soul he’ll take into his hoard.
He is your master; he is your lord.
Do his bidding without protest.
He only sees himself as blessed.

Your feelings and your emotions, 
Given up for his devotions.
For he is right and you are wrong.
Entitlement is his self-song.

Take care, my kind friend;
You must lovingly transcend.
Feel your emotions strong.
Listen not to dragon song.
 
Be strong, be brave, be fierce.
Your heart he must not pierce.
Love yourself; slay the beast.
Live life’s passions thus unleashed
 
My advice is to slay the dragon.
Leave the hoard on the wagon.
Runaway and seal the door.
Save your soul and stop the war.
.
For dragons are most curious bests;
Best left alone to their lonely feasts.
The tricks they play to draw you in
Will only lead to dragon sin.