When lacking something better to do,
The shunned child often delved into daydreams--
That beautiful, potent, mystical creature
That twists and weakens alongside caged minds.
Warm emerald eyes would peer down from high places,
And soon be accompanied by those of amber.
Blue and grey were soon to follow, watching with their freezing orbs,
And lastly a dull hazel would gaze tiredly at the dirt.
Fascinated by the many shapes they took,
I would wander into them and pretend they cared about my presence.
A flicking wrist would turn into a sword,
Never eating flesh or bone and never shedding Dragon's scales.
As a child that Dragon was a friend, anyway,
Who would give me tender kisses and pats at its appearance.
It's a shame we fear that gentle creature now...
And the sweet wind against bloody cheeks,
Unraveling dark brown ribbons as it lifts me higher--
Above the restraints of Earth and insecurities.
The protectors of Hades followed my commands,
Able to soothe and murmur untold secrets;
A sweet lullaby spell we no longer possess
That allowed us to smile in day and sleep in night.
But alas, the monochrome world has sharp claws.
There's only so much red handkerchief in the magician's sleeve,
And the only way to dream is to hide behind closed eyes.
So hide, and sleep, until sleep cannot come--
Don't fear the Dragon, it'll be the death of you.