I have gory portraits hanging on my walls, collecting grime
I have polaroids to record my cleansing efforts, scenes of crime
Limbs drape my abode like a ghastly ******* of antlers
Trophies encompass my home: glass-eyed raptors and the skins of panthers
Nonetheless, I sit upon a throne of men for they are always the greatest prey
I stalk their numbers through all moon cycles of the night and solar shifts of the day
I happily silence a man’s hubris to collect his humerus
I engage in a scrap to seize a scapula- a theft, I hope, didn’t leave its owner too furious
Hide in packs, in swarms, and in flocks you pretty beasts, I must implore
Face a fate that all creatures must surrender to
Chills of fear racing in the bones and the great hunter tearing down your door

I once happened upon a rift in time

The thing pulsated so chronally sublime

Peering from the void were many faces of a clock

They spoke in tandem, shouting “Tick Tock!”

This spectacle dazed me and I tripped in confusion

Tendrils of the rift wrapped me in splendid delusion

I had realized the illusion of time far too late

So there I languished, caught in the clutches of fate

I kick down their front door, feeling the hinges snap from under the weight of my heel
The air is light and cool on my igneous skin
These petty mortals will behold my visage and kneel
Weeks of preparation have lead to this one moment-the Dragon preys upon sin

I shoot the father in his throat, severing carotids and jugulars- I am precision made flesh
Mrs. Leed’s screams are cut the short by the bullet swiftly lodged in her lumbar spine
My delight knows no bounds at the spectacle of her struggling-the agony is sweet, the blood is fresh
I push aside the father and enter his sons’ room-the Leeds house, and their lives, are mine

The children are dragged from beneath their beds and killed-I am without quarter, a merciless presence
I insert shards of broken mirror into the family’s pupils-they are nothing but observers, silent reflections of my design
My crimson wings shimmer-a glorious, fiery husk of incandescence
My becoming and their deaths have now intertwined-their lifeblood is pure blackness in the moon’s light
I roar into the night sky with a fearsome flame bursting past my fangs
Look upon I, The Great Red Dragon, and righteously tremble with fright!

Pleasure to finally meet you ladies and gentlemen
How about we make a couple million? 6, 7, maybe even 10!
You people make me laugh with your fancy cars and shallow smiles- a gluttony embellished with diamonds
Thank goodness I’m here to stop all this *******…Tonight your rule ends
1-percenters be ******; they constrain our wills and throw the innocents to roast
Go on, show me the chalice of greed, raise your cup
Speak a final taunt, an exiting boast
My gun drawn, shooting from the waist up

There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness
Snoozing breaths ****** in the tainted air of medicine and wasted prayers
The specter took its perch at the foot of my bed
Soulless eyes swallowed moonlight and reflected a pair of voids
Its form was illusory; sentient darkness stretched out across the room and into the pits of my fear
“Open your eyes,” the specter’s wispy mouth sighed
I did as I was told and recoiled in horror at the fright seated near my resting place
There was pure terror swimming in my blood but, even then, I dare not look away
I finally rambled, “What are yo-“

“I am truly Nameless…Breathless. I am the silent oracle to eons of demise. The cloud of fate that hangs above all"

My paralyzed physical form was privy to this ancient force-one uncorrupted by the vestiges of time
In one graceful motion, the being stood and glided to my bedside
Its hand rested on mine, hovering near the cusp of contact; a shadow suspended on dust
Phantomous lips reached near my ears and whispered

“You are but a hollow construct of flesh. Your presence is akin to an ant’s among the stars…”
“…From nothingness you were built and unto nothingness your vessel will become…”

With that, the thing that mortals call Death withdrew to my open window and peered out
There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness

Through a frozen forest, translucent terrors dash
Claws of cold fury dig into the brittle earth below
Their eyes are an absolute red, mirroring the blood spilled on snow
Conical canines hang like icicles adorning jaws that shred and slash
Harrowing howls instill upon the villagers a thin layer of chilled fear
The hounds of frost descend into the homes of men, women, and children
Cutting short monotonous lives the so-called “innocents” held so dear

Oh, how the alarm clock goes
I flex my arms and curl my toes
The night air creeps through an open window
I feel the chill of it funnel into my room and grow
I am the harvester of vitality
Reaping the seeds of death that I sow
They lie on their beds with unignited fright
They are a disease to my crops, an unwelcome blight
I strike them off this field of light
Seeing the gore drip, I just have to laugh
This is my yield
A 2 AM bloodbath