Dragons Breath

bluejourneyman
bluejourneyman Posts: 421
edited November 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The dragon's breath: as is hers.

Breathing fire: singeing my lungs.

The smell of burnt flesh tastes

like a fire amber. Hear it crackle

down my throat.

Ripping the glow from my

chest. Her razor sharp claws

fondle my blackened heart,

plunging it into her realm.

With hatred: descending into

her clutches-a decomposing corpse,

my hollow body burns black.

The sword walks to my hand.

Turning black with hatred- As I descend.
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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  • deadnote
    deadnote Posts: 1,678
    ascend my friend

    nice poem
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • bluejourneyman
    bluejourneyman Posts: 421
    Suppose to be descend:)
    Amber is right, also:)
    Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
    Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
    (Wolfmother)
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Grand Rapids 2006

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