In Memory of Klaws ~ A tribute to Dragon Quest Monsters: Joker and my dear Drakulard

I remember that day,
Where I saw the huge
Green dragon that was you.
From golden to emerald,
But with longer, stronger claws.
With a fearsome mouth and huge fangs
A belly the size of Texas
I loved everything about you.
A loyal and loving Dragon you were,
Pulling through the X tournament
And eventually that Solitaire person.
But as into an Alabast dragon you were made
Lost into the typo of the name of Stee.
I won't forget you.
And someday, I'll get that Dhoulmagus,
And, my dear Drakulard,
Lost in the realm of typos and synthesis,
I'll avoid typing errors
And revive the royal, treasured name once again.
Or maybe, you can forgive me
And we can just start over?
A dragon and giant moth
And then an Atlas,
I already own,
Wouldn't be that hard.

As the sun rises and sets, day after day,
The claws of grief within me grow to want and greed
I would synthesise endlessly to bring you back.
As I set out to the jungle isle
To find what we call a "giant moth"
And use my sceptre of positive energy
We could be together again.
Klaws, why don't we?

It's only the name
But still, the memory
An admittedly cute, teddy-bear-like dragon
Becoming a real dragon, clad with defensive, iron scales.
Isn't it a bit too much?