In a regular story, the villain
There was no doubt.
However, while reading my own story, you had me for a fool.
Your snake body had not shed its skin yet
And all I could see was your rainbow scales.
The same amount of time it takes for your life to flash before your eyes
In a head-on collision
I was not
I was not enough
Twisted games you would play
Innocence as a facade to torment
No hero would dare step forward
For you had befriended
The girl who told the truth was the girl who cried wolf
But there was no wolf
Only a boy
with a perverted obsession
And the charm to rule them all
So I hid
down in the lonely abyss.
Seclusion was your only weakness.
The village did not cheer
For this dragon had not been slain by a great sword
Instead life went on
As if there had been no dragon at all.
But I will always remember
your demon days
The Girl who told the Truth