I am the noble locked high away in the tower
I am the dragon below that seeks to devour
I am the gate, the parapet, the halls, and oobleette
Filled with treasures hoarded away, a gem not out of set

The dragon, born of the castle, grew along side the noble
Who stared out in awe of the world, tottering on a crooked crenellation
Being of beast its instincts and hunger took an earlier maturation
Yet unable to reach out of the walls, swipes of flame could still be sent
Scorches and nicks began to fill the gardens
While the noble tasked to straightening the stones

It took age to understand. To have the ground work for what a dragon is. Seeing it grow day by day, until dawning on the noble. The beast's head would eventually peak over the walls, know the world, and take flight. With a rush of horror, chains were built to tie down the monster. Posted inside, access only to the halls, soon separated down to the dungeons and locked below. A monster of anger blew its flame igniting the ceiling stone. Away to the highest point the noble ran, abandoning the keep if only not to burn their feet.

With the dragon out of sight and still seeking to view the world, the noble turned to making connections. But the igneous stone radiated. With each scorch left on those invited to the castle, a new brick made it's way. A decorative curtain of stone to dome the palace. Nary a brick letting in an ounce of sky, with a sliver of a gate.

The noble turned away from the world, thinking there was only pain to cause. They took shelter and sweltered. Waiting one day for a knight to break down the walls. Hoping a champion could stand the dragons heat and not turn. The noble led those in not burned by the stones. Letting them walk the halls, pointing out the ****** holes and pitfalls, the traps on display. Yet still leading them to a monster unconquered.
All fled to from the heat onrushing the dungeons depth, not even to see a claw.

Stood one knight that cooled the earth they walked. Stood one knight that wished to share the treasures scalding to touch. Stood one knight, a castle of their own. Yet chased away they were too. With a slackening of the chain, the grounds they left. Chased away by the noble who thought the knight could do not be harm.

With the knight came others, a company of compatriots. Combined they stood and made way. Presented pictions of well managed gardens. Of their own crumbling walls and remortared stones. Courage the noble took from them. To reach out and take a hand from them.

Tame the dragon
No more can this go on
I have to take control
The castle diagrams still exist
I used them to build the tools that made the lock
They're in disrepair, but can be mended
I must start now building. It will take time and stone, but I have the will
Down comes the dome
Repurposed to entry arches
I will turn that hated heart into enveloping warmth
I will open the treasury and share the treasures collected, the views I've obtained
I will come down from my tower and walk the halls of my body once more

Child of stars borne of flesh
A construct seeking nature's freedom
Waylaid by the vortex of modernity's daunting delights
The choice of void bulwarked by the infinite
Pleasure found in the details of grains and the mountains they build
The people we find, the companions we choose, are anchors against the storm
Stop a moment with me to smell the flowers burning in the garden
Look upon the wall of grey, see the rainbow cast
Find the absurd in the mundane

The stars from on high have been grabbed by hands on low
Cast from the skies the twinkle across the earth
Once seen in the heavens, now blinded by self made brilliance
Lost is the marvel of nature to the glory of machine

Through a darkened haze set on the night
A road of gold winds through cast by vehicle light

I sit out here upon my swiveled throne of humbled resplendence
Granted a momentary reprieve from work as storage is shuffled out
The early day's cool dance in contrast to the sun's blinding warmth

Shimmer gold, trail of starlight
Shepherd those along who form you

Hissing of thousands leach into the air
By coals raked under a grate of fear
Smote by impassioned absence
Crest the hills crown of flame
Those responsible too high to blame
Under an ash fallen sky
Gravity of its own the horizon pulls on eye

What do you say when it fills your mouth?

Brush off the house powdered bench
Watch the planes ready to quench
Hear wailing of a passing ambulance
Front of the line hands held in shackle
Given an insurmountable task to tackle
Those with the least working the most
Having to serve an unyielding host

What do you give when you're losing it all?

Responsibility has been marketed
By those at fault to avoid being targeted
Free of consequence on their consciousness
Failure to act should be answered
No longer can this be the standard
A shared effort must be taken
Our anger should never be mistaken

What do you tear when the system goes bad?