A/N: A poem, angst as always, it was inspired by a little silver dragon charm I have.

Fall Of The Dragon

Malicious stone gray eyes
Glowing silver hair
He is a mirror of me
And I his only heir
It means nothing to him
That I am his son
For only by the death of me
Has his power begun

Silver dragon statue
On a bedside stand
Every death he follows
Comes from a loved ones hand
When he begins to fall
Another life is taken
When the ground rushes up upon him
A trust has been forsaken

Decorative steel blade
Into my heart it drives
I smile as I go
Revenge I do not strive
All hell has in store
For that dear, sweet father of mine
The pain, agony and torture
Yes, that will do just fine
I grin as my vision blurs
The world becomes so dim
Is it truly my time to go
Nothing seems too grim
A smile for the ending
And I look up at him again
I whisper my last words
"I win father, I win."
The world all disappears
Encased in a pitch black ball
Watch out all I warn you
The dragon's about to fall

A/N: I'm not real sure what to think about this, kinda sad, sorry Draco, I really do luv ya!!!!
Disclaimer: Lucius and Draco belong to J.K. Rowling, the little silver dragon belongs to me.

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