Can you pick up on what it means? A poem for you.

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Hey all you crazy cats and kittens, here's a poem I wrote just for you.

~~~~~~~~~ Dance of the Golden Dragon. ~~~~~~~~~~

He moves but doesn't,

He talks but never speaks.

He is dead, yet still lives.

Another is speaking now.

Injured angelic form calls out,

It knows its fate has come.

His fate has also come

Unwilling skin embraces the angel.

Warm flesh touches against warm flesh.

Waters mingle about the devil and angel.

Angel's pain comes.

Devil's mind calls his stomach.

Dragon eyes enjoy their disgust.

A laugh that isn't there.

A smile that cannot be seen.

Toothy, golden, hazy smiles.

The dragon laughs.

He play with the puppets, he is puppeteer.

He laughs at the puppet dance.

Angel and devil dance under dragon claws.

Waters boil, puppets scream.

Pain for angel and devil in their dance.

Fantastics thrill the dragon.

Golden smile that isn't there.

He takes two puppets rather than one,

Two puppets to dance his dance.

Angel and evil give in,

Release themselves into golden claws,

To dance a dragon's dance.

They are now his.

Dragon smiles.

Smile that is not there.