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?
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 1:18 AM UTC
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?
I tried to make this good but I won’t know until i look back on it in a couple years.
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