Ode to Dragon
Oh to be a dragon
and free of mortal years
Oh to be a ferret with wings
and hoard a thousand treasures
Oh to be an aviating eel
and snake through wisping clouds
Ohhh to be a dragon
and forget my mortal fears.
Oh woe is me and Karma-chi
why the sudden devotion?!
In retrospect I do now look
and ask who was this
fiercely fighting fool who fell me?
These are now sadly, I do reckon
but mortal impoverished years.
Oh to be a dragon
and stoically hone my k-9’s
Oh to be a dragon
and breathe fire on fleeing fuckers.
What’s done is done and said is said
here I am, a hairless ape
Flightless, scaleless, gold-less, fire-less;
as well as, mortal, weak and scrawny.
But deep within we all should know
there is a dragon that slumbers
and the days are numbered
for all that’s been
of this dragon-kin
is to once again
breathe fire on fleeing fuckers.
Special thanks to AlectorFencer and the beautiful fitting art.