Unseen
hidden in the depts of solitude
is he that is most feared
blacked by the very darkness of our hearts
roarin in all fury and gore
unseen, wishin for glory
unknown wishin to be known
atleast to be loved
it burns for flight
but it is entrapped in its own soul
unfounded by the truth
he becomes all that is wrong
a soul so vile
vagueness engulfs the cruelty
all that is left
none less a dragon
a beast with a burden
battling his heart
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