Lost
Just a poem to vent some emotions, a dragoness in pain.
Teardrops fall
her visage, still as stone
hard and unmoving.
No pulse to see
No heart to feel
not even an eyelash moves
only the drops
warm, wet
show the storm
the tempest, raging within.
Heat and pain, collide,
black lightning and blood
Fear, anguish
dulled heartbeats
pushing at the seams
of her lips, her lungs
begging to release.
SCREAM they say
CRY...
RAGE they say
FIGHT...
All you see, are tears.
Wings, torn apart.
Ragged leather, flapping weakly
chipping, milky scales, once brilliant and green
Is she dead?
No, she cries.
She makes no sound.
She makes no move.
Staring out, remembering, lost
so lost...
She'll never see him again.
Never touch him.
Never know his voice, his song
Never know his warmth.
And she can't even grieve.
She is lost... Let her be....
No one can awaken her.
Just leave... She won't notice, anyway...
He is gone.