The Devil’s Dragon
I awoke a snarled tongue,
A ruthless beast disguised as love.
My eyes, they opened to see him perching from above.
With a crooked gnarled smile he then lunged.
I watched as his hand grew claws.
"Whatever was it that angered him?", I thought.
There was no longer a lively color
There was a demonic jet black hue.
There was no longer a hint of innocence in the eyes that I once knew.
In front of me he showed his teeth
I felt my legs give in
As the roughness to his scaly hands
Gripped onto my skin.
And there I was,
Staring straight into his brain.
He once was an honest man.
He once had a name.
But now it is a fire-breathing being I am fleeing.