Love rode a fire spitting dragon

 

She didn’t wait for the knight in shining armor,

because she knew her love was riding a fire spitting dragon.

She wouldn’t settle,

she would wait for the young dragon.

A precious creature, whose tears destroyed,

cutting through and burning enemy skin.

Its blood possessed the power to heal.

A silver suit and a pretty stallion couldn’t carry the weight of her heart

or her trunk full of dreams.

A prince could never fathom her ability to love,

a love that was raw like a fresh battle wound.

Radiating with pain but the victory made it worth many more wounds.

Her love was made for a rebel to devour, while he gently cradles her monsters, befriending them.

Oh and how could she leave behind the storm clouds that lived with her? Sometimes destroying, sometimes nourishing everything in its way.

So she decided to wait, till he arrived.

Her lover on a fire spitting dragon.

Flying across oceans, over the rainbows,

passed a cruel volcano, and to her doorstep.

 

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