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Battle
My loneliness dissolves into wings of black
flying through fate on a Dragon's back.
The oracle calls and seasons change
the fight begins as it starts to rain.
Bloody battles and drawn out fights
the Dragon struggles with all its might.
Time spins round and years go by
disillusion becomes a forgotten lullaby.
One dark night and a fated kiss,
who ever thought it would feel like this.
On the waves, a dark mist rises,
armies flank in all their guises.
They cannot fool this ancient beast,
they'll become her midday feast.
Even now, the maiden not convinced,
her heart not won and the Dragon's minced.
Through hallowed halls, walk a Dragon dejected
never thought she would be rejected.
Met at the door with a sneer and a grin,
he whispers to the Dragon, "You will not win."
With a chuckle of mirth and restrained fire,
she thinks of her empty home in the mire
and with one last stand, the Dragon cries,
"You shall not have her for she is mine!"
So battles rage in a neutral bog,
yet undetermined in unnatural fog.
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