From the dragons gut, into his mouth of flame,
His teeth will cut, traitorously framed.
For obedience and salty gest.
Gives expedience to what is best.
Time is lost, and falls like water,
A solitary cost, fuel for the fire.
Soaked am I, my soul now drenched,
From a universe of rain, from heaven sent.
Now knee deep, the water, douse,
The fire and flame from the dragons mouth.
And smoke will rise, as I take my turn.
As human nature yearns.
It soaks my mind, my vision blind.
And all but sanity comes in return.
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Nicely worded and well written it seems a metaphor as well. Very nice
Enjoyed the read
Thanks for reading. 🙂
You are very welcome
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