The Stone Dragon

The Stone Dragon

Once I went and bought a stone,

bestowed it with an artists vow

To form it into something new,

into a thing my heart would choose

I worked on it then every day,

sanded, grinded, chipped away

A body formed, a flowing snake,

but this stone had more mystic fates

The home around then became war,

still I kept my artists vow

My ”partner” showed me angers maw,

my stone suddenly had dragons claws

His words, they made my frail heart crack,

I didn’t have much more time left

With desperate haste stone brittles so,

one day the dragon too, it broke

In our shared fate we lay in splinters,

would we make it through the winter?

After long and coldest nights,

suddenly the sun, it shined!

A rooster called it to rise up,

he brought some mortar, stood and stopped

My ”partner” tried to steal it away,

but stone spit fire and the rooster stayed

With care I made the pieces whole,

the dragon became its truest form

I turned to thank the rooster then,

He crawed and called the sun again

His light, so pure, reached for my heart,

its cracks, they sealed as he stood guard

I smiled as he went on his way,

in peace me and my dragon lay

We lived and kept the artists vow,

I didn’t care what would come now

I fell asleep, woke on my own,

to find my dragon friend was gone

My heart then spoke and made me see,

the dragon all along was me,

I look inside, there it flys free,

lives in my souls duality