The Dragon sleeps
In his den of shadows and demons.
He will awake to spew his fire and
Burn those who love him.
It satisfies His gnawing hunger
For his not being able to fly.
He won't notice the burns...
Or smell the scorched smell of fear
Lingering in the air.
He's use to it.
Dragon's wings broke long ago
Only Dragon doesn't know it.
So he spends his time
Chasing his tail;
And when he can't catch it
Roars and prowls 'til he finds
Prey he can stomp on.
Dragon never sees the bloody
Walls of his own den...For
He's too in love with the power
Coursing his own veins
When he is stalking his victim.
Dragon is blind,
For he can not see
The bloody heart of his own mate.
Dragon sleeps, but
Dragon always awakens.



Deborah
Jonesborough
February 2009