Flames of red and orange come to life around me,
Turning all they touch to black and gray.
White ashes rising with the wind,
Leave scorched dead earth at my feet.
Sharp bronze talons slide out from
Sheaths of tarnished copper.
Eyes of swirling rainbows open,
Forked tongue darts forth to taste the day.
"Run from me, Mortal Man.
Weak, two-legged insects,
the Dragon sleeps no longer."
On wings of beaten silver, touched by golden sun,
I rise from my ancient bed
To survey all that is mine,
Unremembered, by any save for me.
No creature can stand against me
Neither my Brethern; nor poor, weak Man.
I am the King:
Largest, Oldest, Wisest, Strongest
Lord of Sky and Earth
"Hear my Voice and tremble.
See my Majesty and fall before Me.
Feel my Breath and die."