The Dragon

I woke up today with a dragon on my chest
As far as gruesome goes he must be the best

Scalely and green with red eyes of fire
Venomous spit of blackness and mire

Pungent curls of smoke from out of his nose
Blasphemous aroma where ever he goes

Speaks with a voice of scratchy sick slime
It’s words sweet and bitter at the same time

My name is a secret; I’m your chief enemy
I cause kings to stumble, disciples to flee

I’ll give you three guesses to figure my name
Or I’ll hang your head on my wall of shame

You must be the devil my chief enemy
This game is so simple, I won easily

I’m afraid you guessed wrong Satan’s my boss
Two more bad guesses and this game is a loss

You must be Apollyon from the bottomless pit
You just wasted guess two, I’m afraid that’s not it

Think very hard on whom I must be
The game must go on so on to guess three

With this last guess I think this game shall I win
If you’re not the Devil then your name must be Sin.

You lost the game -  no crying & don’t pout
For my name is real simple, it’s just DOUBT