Son Gets Pregnant His Mom

The fight

I stood before him, fists clenched

The last solution, it is
violence!

my son behind me,
his eyes in horror.
My duty, I will meet him


I will protect him,
it I do not care.
My life for his,
be it!

He rushes towards me, with a strong hand

I escape his claws
like sand!

His breath goes rattling
in the heat of battle. I
urgent 'on
him with a vengeance.

He staggers back, hurt and beaten

my dagger into the flank, deny
his legs.

I hand her hand,
my son.
The dragon tried to lift his head


His eyes they say
finish it now.
I'm the loser
you have to do it.

We turn away, we proceed henceforth


My words illuminate the dark place.

Take this gift it is my gift

It comes from the heart,
my mercy!
___________

Note:
The poem is inspired by Grand Dragon , Jay Nightwind.