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Dragon Blood
I was born infused with dragon's blood; my talons thud
Granted untold power, but no control when passions flood
I breathe fire, which travels to my hands and objects
Transforming them to fists, torches, commands and conquests
The flames control, my body simply plays a role
My desires idle when the creature takes it's toll
In instances, the beast will rear it's ugly head
To expectorate an inferno and cause bloody dread
A curse and a blessing, the worst and the best thing,
Cause I was the guy with which no person was messing
Amazingly buff, I'd break bones, craving the crunch
Few crazy enough to approach a beast so brazenly rough
No lady to love, cause none could even face me as such
Tried my most gracing of touch, still, none embracing my clutch
They knew my hemoglobin was packed with evil boding
A monstrous prince had passed on his regal holding
Always acting violently had bred notoriety
Locked as an outcast on the edge of society
I marked myself, engraved an intricate tattoo
Made in the dragon's image, my impotent taboo
A wanderer, no abode or destination
Lonely, but why? no one showed an explanation
Until I found a shaman who could cure my malady
No mythical mystical miracle, just pure reality
The medicine man told me others of my kind existed
And over time my perspective had become blind and twisted
This renown medical doctor, prophetic in his wisdom
Posited that rage is part of genetic disposition
Suggested I take his classes in anger management
Promised to assist me, together we'd track events
Said coping with fiery rage depends on how I handle it
The dragon will sleep as a tattoo, quiet and inanimate
Adamant, confident five sessions would be adequate
But the Dragon's fire still burns......because I haven't went
Granted untold power, but no control when passions flood
I breathe fire, which travels to my hands and objects
Transforming them to fists, torches, commands and conquests
The flames control, my body simply plays a role
My desires idle when the creature takes it's toll
In instances, the beast will rear it's ugly head
To expectorate an inferno and cause bloody dread
A curse and a blessing, the worst and the best thing,
Cause I was the guy with which no person was messing
Amazingly buff, I'd break bones, craving the crunch
Few crazy enough to approach a beast so brazenly rough
No lady to love, cause none could even face me as such
Tried my most gracing of touch, still, none embracing my clutch
They knew my hemoglobin was packed with evil boding
A monstrous prince had passed on his regal holding
Always acting violently had bred notoriety
Locked as an outcast on the edge of society
I marked myself, engraved an intricate tattoo
Made in the dragon's image, my impotent taboo
A wanderer, no abode or destination
Lonely, but why? no one showed an explanation
Until I found a shaman who could cure my malady
No mythical mystical miracle, just pure reality
The medicine man told me others of my kind existed
And over time my perspective had become blind and twisted
This renown medical doctor, prophetic in his wisdom
Posited that rage is part of genetic disposition
Suggested I take his classes in anger management
Promised to assist me, together we'd track events
Said coping with fiery rage depends on how I handle it
The dragon will sleep as a tattoo, quiet and inanimate
Adamant, confident five sessions would be adequate
But the Dragon's fire still burns......because I haven't went
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