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| Dragon, by Josiah Stone, Composition Student and Artist |
All I know is fire.
Hills blaze below from my
temperament while blackening the sky with ash.
I am greater than every beast
of the earth, wind, and sea.
No living thing can comprehend
my terrible might.
The kingdoms of man are fragile
to me; everything is breakable.
Their thieves meet the same
fate as their holy men.
Their kings have knelt before
me in surrender, and it did them no good.
Their apostles abandoned the
ancient gods to worship me; they also burned.
I watch their empire implode
within the scalding embrace of my fury.
Goats bleat; children wail.
Their strongest warriors, I
grasp in my hand and squeeze until they are nothing.
Their most beautiful and noble
women, I incinerate with a mere breath.
I am the embodiment of their
destruction. I am the source of their undoing.
Yet amid my havoc, I find that
throughout everything I remain dissatisfied.
There is a hunger in my heart
that turns to starvation, and I cannot know why.
Perhaps it is the loneliness of
my uncontestable power which blooms its petals of despair.
Mayhap anger can only fill my
heart for a moment, but still my world remains the same.
Thank you for posting this! I was hoping there wouldn't be too much needing to edit.
ReplyDelete-Joey S.