July 31 by The Running Son
~❂ when dragons breathe ❂~
We fought, until red rocks glinted high
heat. Then, red friction taught me lust;
whispers hinting to instinct to trust, and
continue red-rush fever thrusting, as no
reinforcements or water were coming.
I conceded no ground–red rivers
roared louder, drowning the sound
of all gods out, as I hallowed my Father.
The dragon’s great head reared back
searing facts, and I knew fear then–yet
I stood tall, two hands clasped, aware that
the final stand was really here, at last.
Then I attacked. The dragon reacted with
red plasma and the sky turned black. My
temples pulsed blue, then, I turned my back.
Once I trusted within…all dragons vanish *
by Jim Aldrich (:
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