The deamon in heart

A deamon beseiged in a fragile cage,
A weak thread compelled all his rage,
At full moon his patience grows thinner,
In his cage the prisinor suffers lone,
Tis his destiny nor his aim,
alas the might of the dragon is fully blown,
Burried in the cage his eyes capture the
Guild,
Envy,anger and hatered is all they build,
Alas his cage starts to shatter,
At last hes deeds work for his better,
O mighty dragon what destin thy be,
My body falls part nd atlast in my grave my heart is free….

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