I am a monster.
You know my face,
Shadow of your dreams.
Lord of a primeval race,
Avatar of power’s extremes.
You look upon my form,
Envy and fear in your eye.
My wrath, an unholy storm,
Then naught but widow’s cry.
Yet you cannot know
Why I take to ancient wing.
Each heated breath I blow,
Driven by chilled heart string.
Force of nature despised,
Cast as civilization’s bane.
Each thought of peace denied,
In name of honor and fame.
I cannot willingly relent,
With tooth and talon will I rend.
Only when my fire is spent,
Will I welcome fury’s end.
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