Butterflies become bats,
Become eagles,
Become dragons.
Their fires igniting blazes which burn me from the inside out
Only cooled by your touch brushing my skin
The burn fades and yet,
The heat remains
Warming me
Comforting me when you are not near
The dragons stoking the flames and keep me safe
The roars rumbling from my chest in the empty night
Sparking fear in the hearts of those who would steal me from their den
I am no prisoner though
I am their queen
And you
You are their king.
