A Dragon's Blood Runs Cold (Prelude)

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This is my first triolet. It is intended to be the introduction to a poem about a despot whose violence and warfare result in losing the one he loves. Please let me know if you see any breaks in meter or stress, as that is my weakest area.

Prelude

Dragon's blood runs cold,
Though they blast the greed of men.
Like the vain pursuit of gold,
Dragon's blood runs cold.
Worthless trinkets we all hold
Wealth is worry without end;
Dragon's blood runs cold,
Though they blast the greed of men.

Dragon's fire burns,
Burns blue-hot within.
Cities filled with urns
As dragon's fire burns.
Despots smelt and churn
Stolen loot with sin.
Dragon's fire burns,
Burns blue-hot within!

Sharp as dragon's claws,
Sharper still than scales and fangs,
Are the cruelest human laws:
Sharp as dragon claws,
Which take into its maw
The innocent, to be hanged.

The army takes their place,
With a drake's violence.
A lethal, jagged brace:
The army takes their place.
Then they march to waste
A town, burned in silence.
The army takes their place,
With a drake's violence.