A tale of the Dragon and the Moon, icky-irky shit

In a cold dark cave deep down below the ground
A dragon is confined to its eternal rot
Stone walls all covered up in fern and mould and beast’s evaporation
Pitch-black with sadness in its eyes the only light that glimmers
It wants to see the pale moon in its Orphic glory
Catch just one single glimpse of her and part
A single glimpse would be enough to satisfy this lifetime longing
Why cannot it be granted this one whim before the final call?
Thus it lies there and weeps not daring to lift its shameful eyes upon the queen
(Because it knows one glimpse is not enough)
“Oh, moon, my goddess, my forbidden love, my unmundane bride dressed in a silver veil,
Why would you torture me like that, have I not done enough?
Spent my whole life imprisoned in a hollow stale tomb
I’ve never had a single breath of fresh air except for a thin string of floral fragrance left behind your distancing heel as you were leaving  me in the dark
I’ve never touched a thing because I chopped my fingers off in struggle not to touch you
Never, not once has a faintest ghost of thought visited my mind for all I was allowed to think about was the intensity of my desire for you
Ive never seen the light except for a vision of your divinity and this too was an apparition
So be it, I obey, I live a life of hermit in my frowzy cell, if your blissful lips uttered this command I shall obey your wisdom
I do not want to break free from this I do not want my personality I do not want my self sufficiency I do not want to live I do not want to think I do not want to feel I do not want to see take my brain take my heart take my eyes take me please oh take me please I beg you
I am sorry
If you shall not grant me my ultimate death wish of another kiss
oh such a perfect death
oh by your lips
oh at least grant me death by your hand
I want to die
I want so hard to die by your hand
I want to die
By your hand
By your hand
By your hand”
The moon listened, fair, cold and cruel, she said nothing just parted her lips and threw a transparent cloud over her round radiant body in silence
The dragon is still there in its cave
For once it stole a kiss and now it has to pay its debt
One kiss that turned into eternal torture of lust for more
The torture of knowing what it is and not having it again
Not having it
Don’t worry this is not hell this is purgatory the dragon will be purified