Tragic Magic

by | Dec 4, 2007 | Poetically Correct

Never wake a sleeping Dragon.
Whisper, lest s/he hear.

Tiptoe in the halls.
Shut windows and doors.
See candlelight and shadows
Flicker and flow.

Listen carefully
Before you walk with me:
He is She.
She is He.
Born of fire.
A fierce Protector,
shape shifter,
potential predator.

Curved overgrown claws,
Each a smooth sharp machete,
Resting cold and dormant
On a cement bed
Under a webbed canopy
Dreaming of olde battles.

Taster of metallic salt,
Blood, sweat and tears.
Bittersweet vengeance.
All that’s in you.
All that’s in me.

Ciera S. Louise c. Dec. 4, 2007