To be a daisy maiden with fragile fingers in my hair, Is not who I came to be, though strength lived inside this vessel fair.
So burdened I was, with thoughts of clever rapport and satire deeds. Catching the intense beauty all around not just looking within me.
I walked barefoot on muddy journeys, collecting trinkets too precious and plain. Graceless bellows of happy words shouted out never caring for judgements name.
So when I came across a devilish looking man, a humble heart in disguise. I surely followed that tether feeling my solitude world's final demise. . What I saw was a bit frightening, slightly... only because of his eyes. They were not uncommon but still unique, something behind them I recognized.
They held secrets and wonder, twisty worlds and something familiar. Showed me tales and revealed quiet emotions. I swear they were something of a mirror.
So when he disappeared from my sight but called to me with his lingering light. Laid out subtlety but inviting none the less. I started after, caring not for the rips of my traveling dress.
Climbing up toward his castle of vibrant colors and crests. Venturing inside to find where the human delight my sticky heart believed had come to rest.
Finding him sitting front row waiting docile in a chair, I proceeded ahead with a confident flare. Unbeknownst at first while focusing on the one I was chasing. There was an obstacle in waiting like a beast's heavy pacing.
Past lives and insecurity followed this creature about. Like wasps hunting a victim waiting to make them shout. A mask of confusion clouded this face simmering with doubt. Trying to reach toward me, to let go and get out.
He said there was hope in his heart but demons he still had to conquer. He was so lonely and wanting to love but feared he was too tired.
I responded that if it's your evils that chase you down to the pyre. Well, I guess we are meant to be, for I am a dragon slayer And I too, breathe fire.