Stream Wishing Within a Knight's Heart in Dragon's Valley

I sit near Morrell Creek trying to think of a prompt

I hear a name that the water whispers to me and allows my

Imagination to fly on the wings of my broken heart

And my eyes see the scales that are wrapped around my skin

I feel the wind upon my wings as they beg me to take flight

I feel the horns grow upon my crown, and my teeth lengthen and sharpen into fangs

I feel my fingers, the ones that flipped through pages of many books, holding the pencil writing this very poem, become talons capable of ripping flesh, slashing throats, making men kneel before me

I feel my tail play in the stream and I can no longer deny myself,

I

am

Dragon

Dragon paces up and down by the stream looking at the Monsters covered in Ashes lying in Shadows

Dragon can't help but feel the weight of Believing what's

On the page

Or what's on the cover to Keep all the

Slippery tales of adventure in his mind

The weight of his decisions both good and bad in the City of Glass, bones, and demons is the city in our hearts no matter how pure.

Dragon feels the storm of grief upon his soul where there are Wonderful works to find

Our origins in this Righteous world of Knightly actions

He can't help but want to roar to the sky, for he is too filled with emotions

Dragon wants to be fire, and fire be his form for he will be Catching Fire off of the flaming arrow with the ghost of a bird's feathers

He wants to be ice, and ice be his heart like the Jewels lying

Upon the

Yonder window in the Rocky Mountains

He wants to be the light in someone's life, and the light to be his lifeline like the spells of righting the wrongs, in the lifetimes of the next millenniums

Dragon wants to be the sky, and the winds his companion slightly blowing the purple lupines

Lying in the abyss Always

Yearning for sun

Dragon wants to be the blackness, and the dark to be his soul like an Inkspell, where our imaginations read to us from beyond the pages

He wants to be the earth, and be the strength of one's heart where the Towering

Refugees looking Evermore for an Emerald

Sea of their own kind

Dragon wants to be the beast to guard someone's heart, their life, their being. Dragon wants to be someone's reason to live

Yet he is here as a drifter. Has been since his first memory. Always too weird. Always too dark.

But he was all right once. He was once enough. But then he flowed out of that life upon his decision. He was once a sturdy foundation but now he is cracked.

Broken

Crumbling away. He doesn't remember his form any more.