One day, the sun just hit him at such a perfect angle
He literally sparkled for a second
And that crucial second lingered
By the corner of my poor blurry left eye
From there on I knew
Einstein’s theory of relativity was true
That quick second was enough
To put Cinderella’s fairtytale to shame
I’ve crafted and cemented for us
Our own intricate story to tell
He’ll love his part in it, just wait and see
I will write his love for me
In our story, I’m no princess
Of course he’s no prince
He does still carry with him
A sword simply out of whim
And I tucked away in the deep dark
With having no one, loneliness is my mark
Carving pictures of nameless flowers
Using a unique set of fingernails – nay, talons
He hears my voice
While I spew out abominable incantations
To deity he does not know
He hears my chants and the night he ploughs
Eager to know what others were scared about
He finds me by the lake, breathing out fire
I stare at the Moon, my usual act of suspension from time
Next to him, the Moon lost her ardor
and I was in a trance no more
Suddenly the darkness and silence I no longer abhor
That tiny sparkle, this explorer had
The incandescence of the Moon, he outclassed
He radiated with a kind of warmth
So enough, I thought I can now stop burning forests with sighs
I can now put an end to the mounding garden of ashes
And just maybe I stop all my violent unconscious painful thrases
I am the careless, reckless dragon, and he, an off-duty knight
Bored by all the whiny royals, full of spite
His job was to pay homage and bow
Ducking his head so low to hide his scowl
His had enough of grace and beauty
So full of it he tells me
It’s almost festal
How they swoon and faint
As his blunt sword is drawn out
In an attempt to protect them and a lot of their maids
He comes to me, at my place by the lake
I blow him fire to sharpen his sword
I muster a strength I usually could not afford
He does not know
Ever since he came, he’s been my fuel
For this dragonlady can only weave fire
From the lips and life-force of a lover
And this night when the Moon is full and cooperating
We both will howl at her so loud people will think heaven is cursing
Isabeau Jane | My Digital Fingerprints 