Dragon King
born of the venomous night
in shadows blacked in cruelty
the savage hunter hides in wait
bearing a tormented existence
a feared winged warrior, without opposition
swooping in from hilltop kingdoms
forced crystalline gaze perceives entirety
breathing a fierce-flamed death
trampled in a fetid slumber
drinking the blood of his rivals
fire blazes in illumination
not resting till he conquers it all
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