can you remember who you were,
before all the scripts for you were written
in indelible ink, black curled cursive
on obedient lined white pages,
replacing Rembrandt scribbles in fresh dirt
where you made five toed tracks to towers
that pierced the clouds, where you battled dragons
your young flesh never singed, by their flaming breath
your silver sword never blood sullied, by your slaying slashes
that saved the world, until you fearlessly found other foe
from which to rescue a world worth redemption
before you learned to read
the menacing mendacity of truth
writ by those who scoffed
dragons could not be slain
the world was to be full of pain
and your once great winged notions
were but moments of madness
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
can you remember who you were,
before all the scripts for you were written
in indelible ink, black curled cursive
on obedient lined white pages,
replacing Rembrandt scribbles in fresh dirt
where you made five toed tracks to towers
that pierced the clouds, where you battled dragons
your young flesh never singed, by their flaming breath
your silver sword never blood sullied, by your slaying slashes
that saved the world, until you fearlessly found other foe
from which to rescue a world worth redemption
before you learned to read
the menacing mendacity of truth
writ by those who scoffed
dragons could not be slain
the world was to be full of pain
and your once great winged notions
were but moments of madness
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