A poem a wrote to describe a singular moment in Dragoonis's life.
After quitting drugs, the only thing he has left are the two most simple in the world, caffine and nicotine.
While it doesn't explicitly state him in the lines, its him.

I used an a(bc)a(bc)d(ef)d(ef)g style of rhyme.
C: Enjoy.

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If ever there was a thing in life I was sure of, it would be caffine.
A high pooling in my blood, a feeling of exaserbation
If there was ever a second ideal in life I was sure of, that would be nicotine.
A wave of emotion like a flood, almost like masturbation.
I can feel myself growing and falling to the wonderful temptation.
The horrible, bitter taste, the strong, foul smoke
I would think about it, but me, I need no contemplation.
My body becomes fitter, each drink and each toke.
I would like to think I'm getting stronger from it all
I wish I could hide, I wish I could lie
Even though I can feel myself drop, stumble fall
It comes like a tide, I know I'm to die.
But damn it, I love my caffine and my nicotine.