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Jul 2015 · 2.2k
Sickly Dragon
Ryan Taylor Jul 2015
I crossed paths with a dragon today.
Smoke blowing from the holes in her face.
Suffering from the heat of her own exhaust.

Instead of flying above me gracefully, she hobbled before me.
Like her snowy white wings have long since given up on her.  

Once strong, leathery skin now grown soft with weaknesses.
Like a piece of broken armor.

Her eyes still held their draconic glow.
Blue and forceful.
Like waves crashing upon a shore.
Jul 2015 · 4.1k
Sickly Dragon
Ryan Taylor Jul 2015
I crossed paths with a dragon today.
Smoke blowing from the holes in her face.
Suffering from the heat of her own exhaust.

Instead of flying above me gracefully, she hobbled before me.
Like her snowy white wings have long since given up on her.  

Once strong, leathery skin now grown soft with weaknesses.
Like a piece of broken armor.

Her eyes still held their draconic glow.
Blue and forceful.
Like waves crashing upon a shore.
Jul 2015 · 374
Untitled
Ryan Taylor Jul 2015
What am I really thinking?

Its like rain falling into an ocean.
Time passes, but waters never run any deeper.

This emptiness the loss of evidence.
Evidence that I can pull myself through the cracks.
Like I'll fall apart from the weight of nothing.

— The End —