..............The Old, Old Dragon...Change He Must, But, Change He Will Not Poem by elysabeth faslund

Dragon. Fire weaves old dreams through your teeth
Tempered, steeped in erratic impulses.

Scales. Steel buffers plated in old memories threaded
Into soft skin.

Eyes. Black slitted yellow tears for upon a time
Sun daisies.

Wings. Leathery harbingers of quick death,
Quicker reality of by gones.

I weep for you.

How many females did you burn, after they believed
Your lies?
How many females made a home for you, while your
Ranting anger papered the walls into their memory?

Too many lies web-caught you in falsehoods for all
To see.
Too many females left you, seeking another of sanity,
Sweetness, and talker of Truth.
All females left you.

How you blamed them...could never see your
Destruction closing the door behind their exit.

I weep for you.

A new female now.
I weep for her.

Your scales have not prevented feeling the coldness
Of your winters...passing so swiftly...soon, a matter
Of a few more winters...and you will echo only

Isolation.