Singed am I from dealing with Dragons
Though my hands feel their fiery sting no more
Soaring through the twilight of my mind
A sight for sore eyes beheld me
Their lair flows thick with golden sludge
The manifestation of drudgery borne
From a life intent on the taking
Scarred am I from feeding Lions
Yet my limbs grow anew from the power of love
As the dove lays nest upon its head
I spread my wings so boldly
The pack moves with flow designed
To magnify their pride through birthing cub
Through the Lioness they come
But from one seed solely
That is a lonely world
Wise am I from running with Panther
Her feline grace abstains from false action
With a keen eye around on what happens around
She whittles and reads the minds that encounter her
Then lying on the branch with the thickest limb
She will tell you what boundless potential lies therein
By pouncing and slitting those shallow words
To release you from this carnal grasp
Bruised am I by the will of Bull
His blood-shot eyes a curdling pull
To challenge what has turned my family
T’wards that mindless short sight reality
Hidden pen is much smaller than his head
Though the master will deny at all cost
For the fear that the bull would join the executives
Tired am I by Horse’s drive
With its impeccable, ceaseless stride
You have outrun me in spirit
Leave me by the pond awhile
To ponder my demise
Your hooves they clamber in my head
My muscles lock and flesh is red
Though I don’t blame you for your optimism
Wallowing am I iScorpion’s venom
Her futile lunges so careless
Drunk with its own preservation
It spasmed at the sound of my name
Let me stroke it and soothe its poor vessel
With a gloveless hand showing trust
As a homage to the power of love
I am all these things one
They are all inside thee
Am I living through you
Or you living through me?
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
Singed am I from dealing with Dragons
Though my hands feel their fiery sting no more
Soaring through the twilight of my mind
A sight for sore eyes beheld me
Their lair flows thick with golden sludge
The manifestation of drudgery borne
From a life intent on the taking
Scarred am I from feeding Lions
Yet my limbs grow anew from the power of love
As the dove lays nest upon its head
I spread my wings so boldly
The pack moves with flow designed
To magnify their pride through birthing cub
Through the Lioness they come
But from one seed solely
That is a lonely world
Wise am I from running with Panther
Her feline grace abstains from false action
With a keen eye around on what happens around
She whittles and reads the minds that encounter her
Then lying on the branch with the thickest limb
She will tell you what boundless potential lies therein
By pouncing and slitting those shallow words
To release you from this carnal grasp
Bruised am I by the will of Bull
His blood-shot eyes a curdling pull
To challenge what has turned my family
T’wards that mindless short sight reality
Hidden pen is much smaller than his head
Though the master will deny at all cost
For the fear that the bull would join the executives
Tired am I by Horse’s drive
With its impeccable, ceaseless stride
You have outrun me in spirit
Leave me by the pond awhile
To ponder my demise
Your hooves they clamber in my head
My muscles lock and flesh is red
Though I don’t blame you for your optimism
Wallowing am I iScorpion’s venom
Her futile lunges so careless
Drunk with its own preservation
It spasmed at the sound of my name
Let me stroke it and soothe its poor vessel
With a gloveless hand showing trust
As a homage to the power of love
I am all these things one
They are all inside thee
Am I living through you
Or you living through me?
