What bleeds within
the soul of man.
Invisible and unseen.
When fate does be….
A birthrite,
of merciless expectations
and im-prisoned deeds.
Flames in us a spark
un-emasculated
ripped and torn apart.
Embers ignite
releasing.....
Fire and Immortal
strength
into our weary hearts.
Raw instincts stoke
brillant flames
of beauty
un-willing to die
in heaps of ash.
Scars…our wings
of flight,
emerge without
apology or excuse.
Basking,
In… our… glorious
Strength and bold
lessons learnt.
We have
Stumped
The devil..
and lived
to claim
his tale.
I am White Dragon
FlamesDragoness,
My home is snow capped
Dome of Mt. Rainier.
If you have a frigid soul,
you will not survive my Lair.
Empty feats and devious warmth
does not impress nor melt
our glacier thrones of honor.
We serve a higher power.
Show unto me your spirit,
of Courage and Humility.
Speak wise and merciful,
bloody battles
you have feasted and survived.
Otherwise,
You will simply be…
Another mortal
of weathered ash
frozen in the gusts
of wind controlled
by all who test.
Flames the Fire
Of Dragon Lair,
Rise higher,
Uplift your wings
And be……
the power and breath
that embers in your soul.
The scuffed soul…
of Dragon burns
...without.....
apology or excuse.
It is I...who is
scenting
and judging...you.
Are you treasure...or simply...trinket.
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