There's a puff cloud rolling off a dragon's snout and shark teeth scales that fit him like a crown

He's barren on purpose, no need for the surface; he's the hermit of hermits and surely he's ******* earned it

For each step fumbled the earth learnt to crumble
For each burnt verse the forest lurked wordless

His iron-clad claws crawl along the black sands of neverland
He uses lambswool to clense the gutter of his jabber jaw

He never assumed the words he worked into submission would stem into an insatiable obsession