Beckoning

Tongue whispering close to your ear,
Calling you softly into my lair,
A cave built in shadows of dark,
Come to me, come take your mark,
A full moon rises in golden glory,
My roars fill the sky, telling my story,
Long claws to curl round your ribs,
Beckoning longing to feel my grip,
I made the call but you made the run,
This is how a dragon's soul is won,
No pleads, no chance to call mercy,
Only taken from one who is worthy.