Chained, trapped, wounded, burned,
The dragon lies here with his pain,
And yet his hate still burns in his eyes,
And he fights to his last breath.
The black fairy heals his wounds,
Her voice eases his pain.
Her mere presense gives him peace,
And her eyes give him life.
The witch strengthen his defenses,
Her motions loosen the chains.
Her chanting voice gives him strength to fight,
And her casting grants him life.
The angel hovers around him,
She helps him in his fight.
Her feather surround him, tickling him,
And granting him his life.
The volcano feels his pain,
He uses his own in synch with the drakes.
His thunderoues roars strenghten the dragons resolve,
And he helps the dragon fight.
And the dragon rears his head...
And the dragon rears his head...
Demons bite at his heart and his mind,
Trying to make him scream.
To force him to do what they want him to,
So he cannot retake his life.
Torturors slash at his hide and his wings,
To make him bleed and cripple his flight.
So he cannot escape his prison,
And go reclaim his life.
So the dragon unsheathes his claws...
So the dragon unsheathes his claws...
*Response to above*
Asleep he lies on a fire scorched stone,
Suffering from wounds most vile.
She sees him hurt, she feels his pain,
Even as her carresses grant him life.
Deep within her blackened soul shines a light,
Soft and gentle as birds in flight.
For in her heart a weakness grew,
It was love, strong and true.
As she healed him, his strength regained,
He arose from anguished slumber.
In his eyes a fire burned,
For the blood of yet another.
Taking flight on mighty wings,
To his angle a sadness brings.
In dark solitude she mourned once more,
For her love long gone to settle the score.
Waiting for him she will always remain,
Awaiting the return of her love untamed.
I wrote Trapped Dragon when I was extremely mad, and decide to put that into writing. The response I don't have a name for because my girlfriend wrote it. She liked it so much, she decided to respond to it. Funny thing was, she didn't plan on telling me what she had written, but I managed to "convince" her to read it to me (puppy eyes). I have it with me almost all the time, it is forever written in my sketchbook as a reminder that I AM LOVED during dark times.
Yoru Kurosawa Community Member 
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