The Last Dragon

Outside the cottage Serene with dew on a leaf And a few petals breed A mosquito matches across the ear You whip your hand in the air You clasp the dragon And grind your fingers Like a serpent at it wringing a kill You bite your lip you almost bleed Veins popping Tears foaming You breath out for it Then feel a pinch The mosquito had long landed Right behind your palm Sucking the succulent meal Sometimes that is life You wait again you plot again Walking round the room like a witch in the night.