The Dragons Kiss - Poem by Tom Renney
As a child she was quiet and stayed apart,
from those that understood not her heart.
Fearful of love and unsure of desire,
she kept to herself and deep thoughts did transpire.
She fashioned great walls and within greater towers,
with the strength of her dreams, she hid amidst flowers.
Her lovers were ghosts and her friends were the deed,
of the silk and the satin, of desire and need.
In lonely despair her heart wandered the world,
While in comfort of bed, her young body lay curled.
With the dreams and the fancy that one she would find,
Who would lift up her soul and be gentle and kind.
A dark mood one day, took her deep into caves,
with dark dungeons and cells, where dark souls cried and raved.
Quickly she hurried down into the deep,
lost and alone, she knew not, twas but sleep.
Real now and fearful, something entered her rest,
It bit and it taunted and tore at her breast.
Like a great cloud of pain it descended to win her,
To leave deep planted kisses, burning hotly within her.
Awakening in pain she looked down at her sheets,
and discovered red blood on her legs and her feet.
A swelling began in her belly and grew,
a dark secret was borne in her womb, this she knew.
In minutes her stomach was stretched hard and tight,
then the dark child within, began its great plight.
It fought and it struggled, while she cried out in vain,
she pushed and she squeezed, to relieve the hot pain.
Forth came the babe from the heavenly gate,
To spread wide its wings, turn and gaze at its mate.
For the dragon was born of itself and its chosen,
deep in her dream, his black passion was cozened.
In arms made of sinew, it lifted her form.
With wings of the deep night, aloft they were borne.
To his dark cave he took her and made her a bower,
of soft silk and satin and scent of the flower.
Love she was fed and the passion of power.
Secrets she learned of the day and the hour.
Stronger she grew and a desire for his essence,
became a great hunger, sated only by his presence.
Til one day she wandered from the deeps of their lair,
To discover a lake, cold and clear, dark and fair.
Thirst she did feel, as she bent forth to drink,
of sweet scented waters at ponds very brink.
Only then, did she note, her reflection in sheen,
and returning her gaze, was beast, of beauty clean.
Its wings were of ebon, its skin multi-hued,
with colours of rainbow, her form was imbued.
Her way now was clear and her past, she now knew,
for a dragons heart beat in her breast, strong and true.
Twas the kiss of her lover, returned her to wake,
His wisdom and love, nevermore she'd forsake.
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