Dragons Breath
bluejourneyman
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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.
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
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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nice poem
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
Amber is right, also:)
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006