Well, I'm a month late for Spring, but I forgot this was here so I have a good excuse then.
Anyway, I hope you like it!
It was petals falling on an old stone. It was rain watering a sleeping land. It was a lonely tune from an early songbird. It was life slowly waking up. It was soft footsteps on a frozen land. It was heavy breaths in a warming air.
Once not so long ago, dragons were Masters of the World. It was thanks to them that the world turned, that seasons passed, that it existed even. It wasn't that long ago, I'm sure of it. How long had it been since the last offering? Little red flowers, close to dust. Not long, not long then.
A soft wind blows, warm as smiles. Water rushes down little streams, cold as melted snow. The great green dragon crawls from her darkened cave, stretches her wings and softly growls, hungry after three seasons gone. Still, she waits for her purewhite sibling, returning after months of white blankets and frozen breaths. They don't even look at each other; have never spoken to each other. She doesn't even know her sibling's name, as she once knew her own. But nevermind that, it's not really important anymore. It's just a sound she didn't even choose. Yet perhaps... perhaps she could know if... But... But no, not there, never again there. Her mind flies as her wings flutter and push her in the air. Birds singing and trees waking, and a dragon alive. Townsfolk point at the sky, gaping. A large flock of birds arrive as they whisper: "Spring is here," and smile.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
