Breakthrough with flare

I will dress you with my fire”, says the Dragon
Spitting tears through his broken teeth
My skin, his pestilent saliva
a mix with fire consequence

“I will melt you with my lava”, says the old Dragon
crawling on the ledge of the abyss
My skin, his scales, a harsh touch on my shoulder
the place where the wings will start growing

I sink slowly,
the hourglass is silently eating my ashes
The dragon is flying around
in circles, anxious
to witness the breakthrough

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