TAMING THE DRAGON
I don’t want morning to come.
The sun will call the dragon
that the night had lulled to sleep.
Day will bring me face to face with the beast –
stomping, snarling, roaring
in one hissy fit.
Where is the angel who I first laid eyes on?
The dragon had usurped his soul
and put him under its spell.
I find myself on my knees
crying in despair
eyes bright with a little hope and a little prayer –
perhaps my tears could petrify the beast
strengthen the angel, rouse him from his sleep.
Morning comes …
who shall I meet?
my knees quake
I want to retreat.
I won’t retreat.
For dVERSE Poets’ Poetics Prompt – Monster. Do visit the Pub for some poetry party and fun. 🙂