My Draconian Wish

[the Draç (李)]

I hear the call, all falls deep.

President Buer and lil bo peep.

Determined to win, I ask for one thing.

Give me the stimulants that will stimulate my brain.

Upstanding, the risk, Duke Bathin with his fist.

He raises his glass like blood that turns into wine from his wrist.

The risk we take, King Zagan upholds.

The Djinns bring back a big pot of gold.

Well spent, I take a hint, I shed my own blood.

To be able to play the game and have some fun.

Invite the ones that hear that ancient call.

Geanies like Seraph that continue to fall.

A risk I must take, as the Earth then rotates.

A think tank, that aligns, with his then fate.

Slowly to a crisp, the offering then baked.

Hoping to God that I continue to debate.