She believes she is rare,
she's, one of a kind,
she believes she is special
and, she believes she's the greatest of her time.

She remembers long ago,
these fantasies raged strong.
No matter the trials she faced-
she'd, spread her wings long.

Her fiery eyes would look into theirs
and, claim her own name,
with ideas of future fame-
but,
they hunted her down.
Sharpened their swords
and readied their arrows,
someone like her simply couldn't be.

She thought she could handle anything,
that she was strong enough to stand alone,
so she spread her wings
and let the fire burn deep in her throat
knowing her scales would capture the bruises.

But they advanced,
intent on killing,
Swords raised high
and arrows raining down,
her fire wasn't as hot as she thought.
She ran,
as the arrows penetrated the scales.

Finally she had enough,
she turned and stood tall
leaving her heart exposed.
A cruel sword plunged forth,
deep inside her heart.
she fell to the ground
as they cheered.

She dragged herself away
and hid in a cave.

The Dragon inside her died that day.
She was left weak and fearful
and human.
No longer special
but terribly ordinary
and broken and alone,
too weak to pull the sword from her body.

She remained alive,
and would continue to do so,
hiding away in the lonely cave forevermore,
with a sword in her heart,
and a trail of Dragon's blood behind her.