"even the Devil can't go forever"

speaks the dragon, "enter my eyes, suck at my lips to die..."
speaks the dragon, "devulge inner secret, for knoweth I..."
speaks the dragon, "cradle in my filth of wrong, enjoy..."
speaks the dragon, "swallow down idea known false, employ..."

so speaks the dragon to what end? salvation upon completion?
full body of will held from others, owned from eliteness?
managed to buy with skin, or greed, as all falls down to,
soul sitting held in jaw, under fang so tight, a glue.

In jaws of fury is devoured the substance that was yours,
In jaws of love for your loss, of glee for your pain more,
Hurt of nothingness, an end with penalty so cruel, but just,
if without reserve toward end, energy kept, not blown as dust.

so sits the dragon upon high crown, "another meal, feed me..."
so sits the dragon upon wet mound, "another feel, oh, let me..."
so sits the dragon uttering deep moan, "harder, HARDER, please..."
so sits the dragon sputtering and bloody, "no more, not now, cease..."

so as seen, the force of ill grows weary of act, as doth mortal,
not able to keep going for even joy of dark is a drain, a portal,
lending the evil to the other side of the spectrum, the extreme,
now meek, now mild, in shelter, melted and tired, so diseased.

so sits the dark lord in trance of feeling, a lull of warmth nice,
he drank deep of plenty, drank much of and swallowed much spice.
spice and salt of will, against the takeover so cruel, and known,
a joining, a sinister merger without regard to be truly shown.

until no longer sore, and high off the scents of extreme fullness,
beast of beasts will sit tongue out, mind fuzzy, and slightly cuss,
swear at its lack of reserve, lack of control for the taste of all,
its disregard for the pain of excess, and the trauma of intimate call.