The Last Dragon

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

Those who dare to know him,
Be it lover or be it friend.
I will tell them of the heartaches,
And their torments from within.

Each time I’ve known a lover,
That should have been a friend.
A broken heart is my reward,
These scare that have no end.

Those who were indeed my friend,
At a distance I should have stayed.
I never ment to hurt them,
But the spirit had his way.

Now I am his victim,
As he tortures me within.
As I start to lose control,
For me this means the end.

They lust to be his lover,
But only few could see.
The lustful demon spirit,
That dwells inside of me.

As they dare to hold him,
He’ll fill their life with sin.
It’s only then that they will know,
The snare of The Last Dragon.

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