Dragon III - Rage

Clickity clack clickity clack a sound like iron on stone
The rhythm of a giant heart a dark and evil tone
The pressure of the eyes increase like a vision, that of blood
The throat swelling hard as rock and fuel thick as mud
The dragons feast is over but the anger still resides
The baby dragons egg is cold, I noticed from the sides
The color of a dragons egg should shimmer in the light
To tell what color it really you can only see at night
This baby dragons egg was cold the sides were turning black
If I don't get off the Dragon soon, I fear we're going back
The pacing back and forth, her nails dragging on the stone
I find it hard to believe those could possibly be made of bone
Steel and rock is how it sounds, a dreaded sound indeed
Those wicked claws of bone like steel that helps the dragon feed
She paces back and forth with the rumble deep in her belly
Soon the dragons breath will come igniting the fueling jelly
Escape I must and this I know for this ride is like a cage
If she catches me getting off her back I'll suffer the dragons Rage


- Acerbus Amor

Location:Cleveland, Ohio