V2-I7 Literature
Dragons
by Amanda Butcher
Under the willow high on the hill,
we were children once.
Just dreamers slaying dragons
with starry swords in our hands.
You were fearless in your plight,
never stopping until the monsters were dead.
Under the willow high on the hill,
grass bled on our knees.
You took my hand when I started to bow
under the dragon's poison tongue.
"Don't let the beast see your tears," you said.
"Don't let then know your fears."
Under the willow high on the hill,
you held my heart in your hands.
Our adversaries' memories ghosted about
as you beat me to the ground.
And, for the first time, you feared as you brandished your sword
while I stood unafraid.
Under the willow high on the hill,
you begged me not to leave.
"I'm already gone," I whispered
for your ears alone,
and, deep down inside, you knew it was true
because I am a dragon now too.
by Amanda Butcher
Under the willow high on the hill,
we were children once.
Just dreamers slaying dragons
with starry swords in our hands.
You were fearless in your plight,
never stopping until the monsters were dead.
Under the willow high on the hill,
grass bled on our knees.
You took my hand when I started to bow
under the dragon's poison tongue.
"Don't let the beast see your tears," you said.
"Don't let then know your fears."
Under the willow high on the hill,
you held my heart in your hands.
Our adversaries' memories ghosted about
as you beat me to the ground.
And, for the first time, you feared as you brandished your sword
while I stood unafraid.
Under the willow high on the hill,
you begged me not to leave.
"I'm already gone," I whispered
for your ears alone,
and, deep down inside, you knew it was true
because I am a dragon now too.