The internet is my looking glass
I besiege a purple facebook dragon
Though endless task
I have sworn to mission.
Many brave warriors
Fall prey to Her charm
For this dragoness
Leaves a trail
Of broken hearts.
Her scent familiar
To all prey or predator-
She is a gracious host
For a tale and toast
Then proposes what men want most.
Each fall victim to malice
And foul play
Feasting of flesh chalice
Right from the soul: drained.
Pointed at a thousand weak points
My word is gunpowder
And a single swift action
Beheads the facebook dragon
For purple dragons
Without charms
Cannot harm.
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