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Click hereI am prey, orphaned by the lust of Dragon
and fire breathed from sky.
Below, angry tides boil and churn
as the full moon rises, part of some nightly dance.
I hear her whimper, as if she were chased there
by the flamed breath of sun,
as echoes dance lazily swirling amid the shadows,
hiding from the memories
hidden in the ashes and dying embers
of some other man’s passion.
I am lost in this lie, this Dragon’s ruse of hope
wreathed in dying flames,
as I hover lightly within that steamy realm
foretold in fables long since past.
This mind, I no longer recognize as mine,
quivers as visions start to appear.
My body speaks in tongues, no longer listening
to me, but to my burning.
I hear my dark moans muted by lofted lizard
wing and wonder, another lie?
These words, this Dragonspeak that singes
my heart again with misspoken promise,
tender words that scorch me and tempt my innocence
to again surrender,
for I am but the ashes and blackened embers
of some other man’s passion.
I am prey, orphaned by the lust of Dragons
and their fire still breathed from sky.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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another great one, I loved the body speaking in tongues, clever clever!