Would you still love me if I were a wyrm? Scaled hide, soft underbelly, leathery wings. If in my belly churned the heat of a thousand suns, vomited up like an eruption of hate to melt the ornate plate armor of some hero, his horse an unfortunate pawn, charging up the hill at me. Lance aimed for my throat,
Would You Still Love Me if I Were a Wyrm?
Wow!!!!