The Consummate Dragon

it is truly the perfect being:its armor is tenfold shields.its teeth, swords.claws in the guise of greeting hands.how does it sleep at night,this tyrant -heaping slaves on the pyrejust to watch ambition burnit is truly the perfect being:it's armor is tenfold shields,and from it's tongue, fire.could any being verily bast in malevolence?as if its indifference might pardon it.this tyrant.he is the fatherless,the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself.what can it create?this uninspired muse rules only barren lands.it cannot create a thing.why the public speaks the truth,simply tear it down.dissent, and smolder.your thoughts are law, great dragon.just spare me and mine,while i bide my timeknowing you well,the enemycower may the everyman,i show no recoil fora would-be dragonthe common man is the consummate dragon -the poorest excuse of a man.my chest to shields.my teeth to swords.my hands to claws.and fire...now we can make war.a titan against a titan.