The Cataloger

The Dragon Lady Seemed as hard as the scales That enveloped her. Fire and smoke Seemed eternal from her, Waiting to slaughter Those who needed To partake of her wisdom. We all thought her Unwilling to share Hoarding the pearls From our grasp. But we saw not The crystal heart, And refused to Hear it beating. Until she cried A tear of silver Full of love That freed us from hate.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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