Lurking in the underground maze, the red dragon lies
waiting, sensing, counting the days, until it may rise, again.
Through the narrow halls of a passage way, it heaves into plain sight
only to you who emanates an inborn cleansing rite.
The Dragon then finds your windowsill and waits for you to peek
straight into its mesmerizing eyes. No playing hide or seek.
Then it lingers around for several days, with its possessive sight
keeping you in a flustered state, blocking all the light.
The Dragon lives by nature’s grind. None else to tame this beast.
Unwillingly chosen to stay in its grasp until you are released, again.