Mind Dragon

 each thought storms the calm, black waters,

an unarmed toy soldier is crushed inside a sand castle,

straddling a line across the dirt; beneath are rising pitch forks,

an angel with clipped wings, asks to dance,

my head yells" TAME THE DRAGON. ",

pinching tingles rushes his veins; he stands contorted ,engulfed in after burn,

his flesh becomes scaley flames,

unscathed by the nerve incinerating pain, 

undiminished by the furious rain,

he tames the mind; becomes the dragon in the wind,

guardian of his own head,

centered after breathlessness,

each steady deep breath;  beckons it to near death,

the dragon is now slain.

only to rise,

only to fly,

only to conquer,

once again.