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 street
Then 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 anger
You 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 pleading
And 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
