Is this to be my anger,
then? A dormant dragon,
slumbering until woken. My blood
flows hot and fast and full
of dragonflame, just waiting
to singe anyone that might dare
come closer. For years I gave
the dragon free reign, incinerating
as she pleased. And for years
after that, I have placated and drugged her
with love and self-control. Being
around you brings back our long-suppressed
memories, old ways of burning
bridges and scorching foes. I never
wanted to hurt you, but you
are playing with fire.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Is this to be my anger,
then? A dormant dragon,
slumbering until woken. My blood
flows hot and fast and full
of dragonflame, just waiting
to singe anyone that might dare
come closer. For years I gave
the dragon free reign, incinerating
as she pleased. And for years
after that, I have placated and drugged her
with love and self-control. Being
around you brings back our long-suppressed
memories, old ways of burning
bridges and scorching foes. I never
wanted to hurt you, but you
are playing with fire.
January 10, 2014
edited January 12, 2014
(Note, the title has been shamelessly plagiarized from a U2 song of the same name.)
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