He WiTh ThE DraGoN TatToO..

i have laid dormant for years      
for i am one of chaos      
my voice speaks with heat      
with this i am feared by most townsfolk      
       
i speak from the Spirit      
       
those whom choose to walk in dark      
can’t bare the light my mouth breathes        
       
those who walk upright        
find my words a comforting spell      
all others see my tone as fire breathing        
and often hot as Hell...      
       
i no angel      
not placed here to judge      
again in my own ways I walk the line      
my weakness is pleasure        
and it is it that I indulge      
       
maybe a hundred years ago or so      
in a certain village that fashioned beautiful women      
outnumbered their counterparts likely three to one      
spoiled the men rotten..    
 
having their choice of choice..      
 
i would scream my sounds from the mountain tops      
at most of which the beautiful fell prey to my voice      
       
for the women were upright and honest      
so in my voice they heard sweet melody      
       
the men were of a crooked nature      
so they felt only heat and imagined fire when I breathed..      
       
a few of the women who were not wed        
climbed my mountain and of my treatment would beg      
       
curious to know the pleasure of my pain..      
       
for when the women travel such distance to my cave      
their village would never see from them again      
       
their screams made the people      
think I was one of torture      
unknown to them the pleasure each woman felt        
when in the grace of my presence..      
       
mind blowing orgies we would have      
from one beauty to eleven      
she on she.. me on they.. they on me      
my little slice of Hell and Heaven..      
       
till one day the men of the village became bold and increasingly mad      
band together.. surrounding my grounds..    
   
with pitchforks in hand..      
   
it was the love I had for each woman that allowed me to leave        
not killing each one’s brother.. son.. or father..      
       
with the fire of my speech..  
   
       
…………..i am that of the DRAGON………….      
       
       
8^/ de Poet      
       
       
****written for 'Year of the Dragon' contest...****