To Be a Dragon
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