So, I'm looking through some older files and I find this little dragon poem. Be totally honest, I was looking for another dragon poem when I found this one, and as is usual I really didn't recognize it as being one of mine . . . but it is.
Dragon Day
Waiting on the
edge of it
in a cage, in a
rage
creating the
fire
that will
devour him.
His feet, his
thoughts
floating like
ash, up
towards the
ceiling.
A murmur, like a
river,
a disturbed sound
bouncing off
the wall.
At peace, a
ghost wailing.
Woodie
o5-o8-2o16, 11-11-18
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