28 July 2012
#acorns (couldn't resist)
You ask me of Him, My beast, My kin, My Dragon, Untamable unruliness, So dress to impress, He awakens from long slumber, With a burp and a murder, Great green wings unfold, Launches into the air without hold, Fly towards me, lover, Find me under nights cover,
What should you know of him, I wonder, there really is much to share, He and I have an understanding, you see, claws gripped around my soul, Protection of a prisoner, Love of a blind captive, Yet he is mine.
You can ask for more and I'll give it a go, But I really don't think you want to know...
Once he tried to eat me, you know (that time there was drought) but I tasted so vile he spat me right back out... I kicked him for that, right on the snout, Needless to say a happy dragon did not amount,
I thought he'd fly off, find a village to pillage or a rock on which to bask, or perhaps a castle to guard or just go get into a knight-fight (perhaps with that annoying one, that wears a mask?) But all he did was set his electric emerald eyes on mine, take me in a claw and jump into the air with a roar. I screamed, of course, but then he gave me the look of a disgruntled horse. Great, green, leathery wings, What a stupid, beautiful beast in between.
Chain me to this rock then, leave me for the crows, Oh no you don't, I thought, if I taste rotten to you the crows won't come within a mile or two! I laughed at his look of confusion, as he considered burning me first, but really he knows that won't work either.
I smile up at him and say, "You are the most handsome thing i've ever seen. Won't you let me love you?"
He blinked once as his forked tongue flicked out to taste my hair. Then a rumble from deep within him shuddered through the air.
The chains were gone, I was off the menu for once, That giant, fiery heart grew as I fed him with love (and a lot of sheep, deer, and stuff...) Nothing dared hurt me, not with my scaly protector so near, so I held him close and that was key, For one day it was he, Who loved me.
Without knowing our hearts had healed and scared together, a messy jumble of too many chambers and tubes, But forever we are joined and there is nothing more I would choose, even though that is not where this story concludes.
My Dragon • Opuss № I