An ancient dragon’s horn
Summons me to existence.
Bringing with me a veil of life;
A vernal, radiant blossom,
Gracing the earth with your kindness.
I protect the golden ichor
Streaming from his wounds.
Your blood shines with brilliance,
Flowing freely in self-propagation.
Emanating this amber veil of life;
An autumnal, iridescent flame;
A blossom in its own right.

Growing from your body
This single flower stands.
A gentle volley of wind,
Guiding my unsure hands.
A love formed of simple bliss…
Is my protection your stoic iris?