Drafts
If I was a dragon I'd live in a cave on a lumpy pile of gold. Every treasure is drenched in blood and it's hard to clean with such big, sharp claws. Too long, doesn't fit. Clearly, I must learn once again—to transform.
Poetry
I cry like clockwork. I drink the milk. Consume her flesh. Run her ragged with unreasonable demands. She offers a hand, I claw at her arm. More. More! Give me more! I should be satisfied with clothes that don't fit. Food that grates my senses. Roofs that are
Drafts
Two paladins welcome me into their home One loud One quiet Never alone Unmasked fate Deprivation fuels a need to be held Stalwart embrace Find strength enough to spell Shield made man kind in the face of venom that's shaking these hands Melting away terror We share a