Staring at the bright-lit stars
Like glitter spilled across the sky
As a shadow flashes over them
A snake shaped figure slinking by.
My mind is blank as I watch the dragon
Though there's not much that I could think
As it swirls and blends into the background
As if drenched in onyx ink.
The thing seems to be getting further
But I still see the flames in its eyes
Its scales resemble shattered glass
As through the night it swiftly flies.
Then I woke, and my lungs were on fire.
Every night I have that dream.
And though you may think that I'm a liar,
The serpent lives inside of me.
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