The Dragon Lives

Down here behind his Master's eyes behind his hollow smile awaiting the chance the Master's call Rain has soaked the dense, hot night steam rises like thick breath from the pavement laughter dances with the leftover sounds of a city's hard rain As she catches the Master's eye he pauses, strikes a match inhales deeply the Marlboro smoke the signal for the Dragon to awaken

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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