Verdant green are the fields above

Two drink of wine and heady love

Wildflowers bent and broken over

She asks him to go a little slower

A pebble starts to shiver and shake

The Earth beneath them starts to wake

A momentary flash of fear mixes with desire

Before lovers are ignited by true fire

Tiamat smirks a wry and evil smile

As their charred bodies she does defile

Back to her lair beneath she then descends

Her eggs warm, safe and loved among friends

Bad dragon, bad dragon, she whispers to herself

A Queen who struggles with mental her health