The Fate of The Dragon

Vaccinius · The Fate of The Dragon

There was a little treasure
who did not want to be.
It really was his pleasure
to be just fantasy.

A dragon in ancient
Chinese mythology
he was, a made defiant
of sensibility.

One day he started weeping.
He could not stand the fears.
But people him in keeping
just called it dragon tears.

And so he started moaning.
To do he could not choose.
But people called it groaning
and would not let him loose.

The dragon, then, yelled loudly.
Now he was really soar.
But people said he proudly
showed what he had in store.

He really suffered insult,
the dragon, by the daft.
And when he made a tumult,
the people said he laughed.

But there were children seeing.
The child to him was friend.
The children will be freeing.
And that will be the end.

NOTE :

The song is made on Suno. My profile on Suno is to be found on www.come.beauty . This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
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I Do Understand

I am taken aback by my option
To be in the circular way,
So with no serious interruption
And with no wish to call it a day.

My plain message to you was of passion.
It was nothing but mere feeling got,
It was jealousy foreign to fashion
And delicate certainly not.

It was big, it was pain of a chamber
Where imagery torture took place.
It was too big to vision the number
By which number twelve was to face.

To the little I made the acquaintance.
Surely ego was carried away.
Surely there is no room for repentance.
Surely pain in your heart I did lay.

A whole hour, a year, of my living
I invested in that thing to do.
Though I pain of a passion was giving,
I do understand I love you.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.