The Dragon, the evil ruler of all
Conquering lives, striking fear, standing tall
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The look he got, as he stared at his hand,
Gave the impression he ruled the land
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He gazed over at the angels’ scared face
Easing out his play, at a slow agonizing pace
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The Angel looked about, knowing all hope was lost
also aware, this would be a great cost
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This sneaky character, had wits like no other
His genius was by no means a cover
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With a triumphant look in the angels direction
he played his card & won the game that he'd played to perfection
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