Tiamat - Part 2

When I was sleeping way up high,
I met my mother for the first time.
Although in Dragon-form;
From which I learned she must be angry now.

Along with me came a male,
His pathetic nature caused the terror within.
He burned a frog alive and created the stench,
Which drove the Red Dragon in bitter rage.

But with her the cold wind sets free,
Don't cast thy servant down on me.
Cold as I was I could only imagine,
Bathing in a bath of blood, so warm.

But this surely wasn't enough,
The Hydra's belly was much warmer.
And I never felt to safe before
As she did comfort me...



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Tiamat - Part 2

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