Put it down, my love. Put the sword down
And let your animal body rest
In my arms, my love, you don't have to ride
Across the scarred plains,
Or into the smoke
My love, the dragon is dead
The dragon is dead, my love, my love,
It lives on, I know. It lives on in your head
I see its fire through your eyes
When you wake after sleep
The scream lodged in your throat
Like a fishbone.
But the dragon is dead, my love, my love.
The kingdom is safe and regrowing.
And I'll keep saying the words, as long as you need
Me to say them, as long as you need to hear:
The dragon is dead, my love, my love
The dragon is dead. The dragon is dead.
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A/N: I'd like to dedicate this one to the men and women in uniform around the world, everyone who has ever fought to protect others, and their families. Thank you - I see you.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Fairytale Wakes
PoesiaOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.
