Oh, my little dragon boy,
my fierce and flawless little toy.
You fly so quickly through the blustery air,
for the weight on your shoulders is too much to bear.
You hunt our souls throughout the night,
but you never believed that I'd put up a fight.
My claws cut deeply into your scales,
as your life drains away, and your body pales.
My heart and my essence, they aren't for you,
to take and destroy, cut up or construe.
I will keep them as mine, until I breathe my last breath.
I fear not our battle, or your oncoming death.
My strength is so much greater than yours.
When I go down on you, it won't rain, it pours.
I'll rip the evil from its worthless source,
no longer will you fly the course.
No longer will you track our lives,
my soul will succeed, it soars and it strives
to defeat your purpose, and end your reign,
conclude the suffering, and stop this pain.
Why do you run, and why do you hide?
Do you believe that the darkness is on your side?
Attempt to escape, but I can move faster,
by the end of this night you'll be calling me master.