The Beautiful Wings And The Dragonflies

Duncan Jones
Sep 4 · 1 min read

by Duncan Jones

They set me up to take me down
I guess they thought they could wear my crown
But they didn’t know that I had friends …

Was given strength, but I was just
Even took my time for the little ones
Never knew they’d come to rescue me …

The wind still calls my name to rise
I walk with the beautiful wings
And the dragonflies
And I’ve come back

Yes I survived, I’m still alive
They’ll have to hit harder than that if they want me to die
And the little ones, they went to work …

Now that’s the past, a story to tell
They got away, but I remember well
And ready or not, it has begun …

The wind still calls my name to rise
I walk with the beautiful wings
And the dragonflies
And I’ve come back

I see their eyes, again they’re closing in
But if I’m going down then they’re coming with
I can’t lie down, it’s not my style

The sun is gone, the night is cold
The guests of honor the wicked and bold
I’ve seen their worst, they’ve not seen mine …

The wind still calls my name to rise
I walk with the beautiful wings
And the dragonflies
And I’ve come back

A king is taken down by his friends/peers but is saved by some magical butterflies/dragonflies (the nobodies that he looked out for in the past.) He then returns to take revenge knowing that he’s probably going down again.

Duncan Jones

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