as the dragon lays his head upon your breast

were it not for the fact
that it would rob you of this crowning moment
i would leave you here
fair maiden
upon this windswept hillside
this blasted heath
and i would flex my brazen wings
and i would turn my unseemly hunger
on those below
who selected you
no doubt for the very best of reasons
to be their sacrifice.

you are worth any dozen of them
they cower
grovel like snails
and sent you
the best that they have
to meet me here
chained upon this rock–
do they doubt that you would offer yourself to my embrace
without such ordinary and ugly tricks?

a heart so fair as yours is not for burning
come, mount my back
and i will take you from this place
from the lowland swamps of small and frightened people
i will show you the skies
do they truly think that i devour those who come to me
on strong and naked feet?

it is only love
and it hurts but for a moment

and where do you suppose dragons come from after all?

after the change
after you feel the fire in your chest
the iron replace your bones
then you may decide to visit
those who called you daughter
but named you slave


About MishaBurnett

I am the author of "Catskinner's Book", a science fiction novel available on Amazon Kindle.
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6 Responses to as the dragon lays his head upon your breast

  1. fortyoneteen says:

    “it is only love and it hurts but for a moment” I FELT those words Misha! Ouch!

  2. Dave Higgins says:

    Excellent reimagining of a fantasy trope.

  3. l0rdraven says:

    wow very deep and powerful feelings that are rolling in the waves of emotions.

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