Left alone in the dark, in the distance I hear a dog bark. Pitch black and freezing cold, I should’ve listened to what I’d been told.
Don’t let people see your past, if you ever want your happiness to last. Don’t take the path that you’ll be dragged towards, fight your capturers with teeth and swords.
The street is absolutely quiet, though earlier today there had been a riot. The blood frozen over into slippery ice, holding the rodents in its cruel vise.
If you want to learn how to fight, you need to know what is right. If you need to quench your thirst, you must find a source of water first.
Left alone on this dark street,
dodging every person I have the misfortune to meet. Ducking into my little cave, just comprehending what all I gave.
When you leave to go get your golden scale, be forewarned you may not prevail. When you go into the Dragon’s den, be prepared to be forgotten again.
I love this I sort of consumes the reader with its twist and turns. The message is buried deep in the metaphors of the dragon, and it is easy to feel the solitude, although you elude the reader of your actual message until the end...this is brillant and creative. I love the last verse, it just blows me a way but why am I surprised it is you...
When you leave to go get your golden scale,
be forewarned you may not prevail.
When you go into the Dragon's den,
be prepared to be forgotten again.
absolutely wonderful form.
this poem flowed evenly down the page, and the form is great...great write
i think any dragon would have trouble forgetting you , dragons love a sense of the dramatic and you are a real drama queen . put me in mind of someone actually , i'll think on it .
delightful poem chuckles .
I love this I sort of consumes the reader with its twist and turns. The message is buried deep in the metaphors of the dragon, and it is easy to feel the solitude, although you elude the reader of your actual message until the end...this is brillant and creative. I love the last verse, it just blows me a way but why am I surprised it is you...
When you leave to go get your golden scale,
be forewarned you may not prevail.
When you go into the Dragon's den,
be prepared to be forgotten again.
absolutely wonderful form.
this poem flowed evenly down the page, and the form is great...great write
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