The great beast dwells in deep dungeons
at the ancient roots of the mountain
where dark secrets are entombed.
In his labyrinthine lair,
he is tending towering treasures
and dreams of gleaming gold.
A silent solitary creature,
he wants to be left alone.
He hates having to fight intruders with fiery breath,
but he must defend himself,
for humans do not understand him.
His magic blood
can turn skin to hard armor,
(but beware the linden leaf.)
he ventures outside,
mostly at night,
his wide wings beating the air
as he circles under the stars
and feels free
of his golden shackles.
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