Purple eyes, watching you,
As silver hair doth blow

death will not come easily

it will be nice and slow.

To drive a spike,

skewer your flesh,
Is all that I desire
I'll use the poison on the end

To set your bowels on fire.

A black mist dances…

Surrounds my form
It leaves me quite protected

But if you dare to touch it...
Nightmares will be projected,

Billowing winds blow mists about
That drive you into dreams
Of horror, gore, and failure,

Drives out people's screams

A cold-blooded dragon
With an iced over heart
Confront me if you dare
For your worst nightmare to start.