Awaiting a Transformation

In the liminal my skin is shedding…

Onto his back, saddled on the spine he did climb.


“We be dragon slayers!”
said the player
“Why-ever would I so sin?”
pleaded the kin. 
For he knew in his heart
what burned true in his soul
but never tested by reason:
that he was Dragon-Kin.

He never had been named owing partition
his claim merely more than instinct
the distinct absence of recognition 
burned away his dwindling cognition
amplified by being neither named nor found
he awaited his discovery with a poet’s pen
his soul reduced to two dimensions.

The despair of a well meaning loner 
hardened the heart and dulled the mind
his self-pity making him infinitely harder to find.
For unbeknownst to him
his kin were searching every corner
awaiting and seeking his precursor — 
he must release his Soul-Fire
and expel his own dire mire.

The Dragon Tamer by patriciabrennan

A new time and place alas the same lonely night
lost to self induced internal blight
he thought himself brave for one last fight
and in his meditation
released all he bottled within 
it beamed through the universe without trepidation
impregnable and seen by all kin
they then soon swarmed and found him
together, all the Dragon-Kin.

For he knew in his heart
what burned true in his soul
but never tested by reason
that he was DraegohnKihn.

Onto his back, saddled on the spine he did climb
his Soul-Fire spewing and occupying all dimensions
he was, at last dear kin, to be engulfed to the Within.


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