I am dragon, black as night. My wings glide silently, dancing with clouds; skimming treetops. My breath, burning embers, releases red-hot steam, as I sniff to solve the mystery of my pain. My scarred heart aches for an absence of love, pulsing with each beat.
I forcefully search to know the answer to the wrenching pain of loneliness within my heart. The heart knows not its lover. The answer lies within. I seek without. Afraid to go within; afraid of deeper pain. Let me die. Yet I can not, as a compelling force begs me find the answer. As I seek through the night, a fruitless search, I realize, that soon I must delve within.
I leave the darkness behind. I would stay hidden there, but the sun prepares to rise. My cell, crystals of stormy blue, ochre red and sun-fire yellow, hurt my eyes, as I enter. The stones torment me with their haunting beauty. i believe they know what I do not. My mind screams destroy them. My heart knows better.
The soothing hum of the stones’ vibrations ease my heart’s pain. I sleep, for now.
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