At the base of the world,
Coiled like a snake,
Lays a dragon.
Heat rises off of its scales
In rippling light-bending waves,
As steam fills the air,
With each mighty exhalation.
The dragon is at rest,
Having sated its incredible hunger
After more than a year long sleep.
Still, it hungers for more,
As it will always crave flesh
To fill its ravening maw.
Beware!
The dragon has caught your scent.
It has seen your face.
It has watched your sinuous movements.
The dragon wants to taste you,
To feel your warmth,
To drown in your juices,
To take its fill of you,
Before it slumbers again.