Taste The Dragon Poem by Robert F Estrada

Cardboard dungeons folded
random horrors often found
metallic dragons molded
brave hero’s will surround

banish the sobriety
clear liquids have control
brash orgasmic revelry
young fools refuse patrol

demons that devour
circles which we spin
riddles to discover
black magic deep within

precise pentagonal hexes
the arrogance of geometry
forbidden Sumerian texts
we focus toward anarchy

wisdom avoids reply
gods can do anything
glory infuses supply
hail the thirsty king