The scales of a dragon, the petals of a rose.
The thorns and the claws,
the breathtaking ability,
the danger in the beauty.
As polar opposite as day and night, a myth and the biased example of reality;
Though both live in harmony.
The petals of a rose often thought of as soft and frail,
but the stem as sharp and pointed as a dragon's scale.
The dragon's scale, as perilous and shielding, but just gorgeous and glorious as the rose.
As polar opposite as day and night,
a myth and the biased example of reality.
Without reality, there would be no myth,
nothing to even comprehend the “what ifs” in life.
Without darkness, there would be no night.
You see my dear,
you, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose.
But you can breathe fire,
and show this darkened place light, and life.
You are the reality, in a world of myth.