My words are Dragon's breath.
Not always a flame.
At the end of the day, it's the smoke and thoughts that stay.
Lingers in the air,
On the remnants of those who tried.
To felt it dire to fight my fiery mind.
The scared masses, the knights in shields
The stupid little girls, with big girl heels.
Sharpen their glittery eyeliner, like it's a weapon to me.
But she never learned hell's grudges couldn't top me.
Why bother toasting, this little miss daisy,
When one can persuade her to become a bit lazy.
A bit too much smoke around her head,
And soon she'll regret anything said.
Puff out a whisper, of smoke at first.
Let it tingle her nose, and seep up in her throat.
Then exhale in clouds, in rings, in circles, through the nose, the mouth
Breathe it out, and make her eyes close.
Rings are dancing 'round those pretty blonde curls.
What? You don't like smoke?
Oh, HOOOOW RHUUUDE to INCHUURE.
It's stinging your lungs?
Hmm, you don't know pain dear.
But meet the dragon lady; she'll bring you to tears.
Don't like the color red?
Too BHAD for YHOU.
It's really quite enlightening.
But only blessed on a few.
You can't stand it much longer?
BHUUt I've OHnly BeHgun.
You're fleeing me now?
Well, you're NHOOO fhuun.
As I may have implied, my words are to DIE.
Because why fight fire with fire,
When just a few words, will make her comply.
CrazieCate Community Member 
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