Last Dragon (Dark Pop, Ancient Chinese Music Trap)

Mm.

You thought I was silk.

I was steel.

Low voice, slow breath, I don't talk loud

Whole room shift when I walk in now

No crown - still head held high

I don't need gold to justify

Red thread cut - I don't tie back

Lotus grew where the mud went black

You mistook calm for compliance

I was building quiet violence

Jade cold heart, no cracks show

Porcelain skin but the pressure don't

Every scar got lacquered gold

Kintsugi spine - I don't fold

You move loud, I move precise

One clean strike - I don't roll twice

You play checkers, I burn boards

Ancient blood in my vocal cords

Paper walls... paper throne

You built a cage - I built my own

Silk sleeve... hidden blade

Bow once? Never made.

I'm the last dragon - breathe in smoke

Last dragon - never broke

Last dragon - scale my scars

Last dragon - raised by wars

Lanterns up when I step inside

Cold flame burning behind my eyes

No leash, no chain, no bargain

You don't wake me - I am the storm

Last dragon.

Last dragon.

Ink brush stroke when I sign my name

Dynasty pulse in my ribcage

Soft voice - sharp edge

I don't beg. I collect.

Quiet girl? That was bait

I calculate. I don't chase.

You want heat? I ventilate

Ash rain on your estate

Phoenix bone in my posture

Silk hide what the cost was

Every doubt turned weaponized

Every loss just fossilized

I don't scream - I don't flinch

I just tighten the clinch

Rim snap - kick knock

Whole club freeze when I lock

No savior. No throne.

Built empire alone.

You thought I was fragile.

I was tactical.

I'm the last dragon - breathe in smoke