A Dragon Among Men

April 15, 2011
Ice escaping my eyes
As I soar above the
frozen wasteland of my past

I waver for only a moment
Remembrance pours over me
Frost stings my wings

The pristine ivory flakes
Would sleep under my claws
Tucked in for winter nights

Stinging my coarse skin

All I want
is a sanctuary from cold
I need a lighthouse

Brave nobles, kind men
Are burned by my temper
My stomach churns with remorse

Train me not to care
Or I shall be slain
by my own fears

As my scales touch
the warm sand
of a paradise

just far enough away
I am no longer a monster
I have reached salvation

The fire in my throat
stems from my lips
In jubilee

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