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Princess & The Last Dragon
In memory - -
or childhood dreams,
in hearts that be connected;
there is a place
where myths are made
and
tales bemused, abstracted.
Within this place
endures the last
of epoch’s valiant steeds.
Dragon, pure and powerful
hold knowledge close to thee.
Within your cunning, courtesy
accept, as legends will - -
the virgins sent by plain folk,
your wrath in hopes to still.
But Dragons be not hateful things,
‘tis beauty that they seek.
T’was men’s insipid density
that brought bloodlust to thee.
“Princess”
knew this in her heart
and one night took her leave;
of townsfolk who knew not enough
to feel your real need.
The aerie where she found you - -
a dull and joyless place,
but home had it become for you
within men’s mindless waste.
Olive green, her eyes were termed,
yet you could see the truth - -
in her eyes, the green of seas,
and depths . . . . .
In moments meant for silence
you met each other’s gaze
and in those depths you saw your past
and the lost; that bore your name.
Dragon tears began to fall,
splashing at her feet.
In kindness she reached out to soothe
your never released grief.
Her hair she used,
auburn and long - -
as long as journey's end,
to mop away the giant tears
of Dragon become friend.
&
When she slowly moved away,
demuring even now,
you changed your teardrops into gems
of amethyst and diamonds.
At her caress your spirit spoke
and set your huge heart beating - -
fearful lest she fade away,
you touched her with your breathing.
Onto your silken, scaled back,
she slid her naked form.
Away you flew, together then,
to lands as yet unborn.
Princess “true”, had wakened you
and now in joy you fly - -
the Dragon last; in certainty,
‘till end of time is nigh.
or childhood dreams,
in hearts that be connected;
there is a place
where myths are made
and
tales bemused, abstracted.
Within this place
endures the last
of epoch’s valiant steeds.
Dragon, pure and powerful
hold knowledge close to thee.
Within your cunning, courtesy
accept, as legends will - -
the virgins sent by plain folk,
your wrath in hopes to still.
But Dragons be not hateful things,
‘tis beauty that they seek.
T’was men’s insipid density
that brought bloodlust to thee.
“Princess”
knew this in her heart
and one night took her leave;
of townsfolk who knew not enough
to feel your real need.
The aerie where she found you - -
a dull and joyless place,
but home had it become for you
within men’s mindless waste.
Olive green, her eyes were termed,
yet you could see the truth - -
in her eyes, the green of seas,
and depths . . . . .
In moments meant for silence
you met each other’s gaze
and in those depths you saw your past
and the lost; that bore your name.
Dragon tears began to fall,
splashing at her feet.
In kindness she reached out to soothe
your never released grief.
Her hair she used,
auburn and long - -
as long as journey's end,
to mop away the giant tears
of Dragon become friend.
&
When she slowly moved away,
demuring even now,
you changed your teardrops into gems
of amethyst and diamonds.
At her caress your spirit spoke
and set your huge heart beating - -
fearful lest she fade away,
you touched her with your breathing.
Onto your silken, scaled back,
she slid her naked form.
Away you flew, together then,
to lands as yet unborn.
Princess “true”, had wakened you
and now in joy you fly - -
the Dragon last; in certainty,
‘till end of time is nigh.
