I have a fondness for dragons. I collect them and write about them.
Cold
It’s that – outside
And in my cave.
You cannot see me shiver
Because of the black darkness
Around me.
Warmth I crave
Warmth I need in my soul.
Fire
It’s that – I breathe
Upon my flesh.
Bringing little warmth
But better than none.
Burning flesh
To ease
What I alone cannot quench.
Dragons
It’s that – lonely
Breed of characters.
They seek their own
For that deep warmth
Or they burn with the
Coldness of loneliness.
Until Dragon meets Dragon.
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