Dragones

It has the face of a fly, the ear of a pig, the leg of a goat,
trunk of an elephant, and the ass of a mandrill.
It dwells in the soul of men.
It's their territory, their home, and their garden.
The bastard stalks your castle,
licks the doors of your heart,
looks into your eyes, steals their shine,
leaves its grimace and its dragon breath.
They say they saw him the other night, the other night,
all covered in mud wandering