It was weird to see a dragon in the middle of the street
Nostrils flaring
Eyes shining with the determination of a predator
Stalking its prey
Growls echoed down the streetThen I blinked
And there, standing in its place,
Was you
Head reared
Practically spitting flames at the passerby
As they ignored the elegance of your angerYou were screaming about some injustice
I didn't even hear your words
All that reached my ears was the sound of compassion
Of frustration
And hope
Of pleadingAnd I stood there
Listening
You showed a toothy grin
As I was drawn in
And became another treasure
In your hoard
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PuisiIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down