Poetry 7

To Be a Dragon

By Sara


They say dragon’s wings set you free

But for me, they are the chains that bind me.

Why am I expected to kill?

Why am I expected to raze til the cease of the screams that are shrill?

In death and destruction, why am I supposed to find thrill?


Cruel, savage, that’s not me

Kind, forgiving, gentle, that’s who I want to be

I don’t want to be feared

I don’t want to see kingdoms seared


I want to tell tales,

About anything really

From monsters

To snails