A Lament

This morning’s post and poem, Birth, led me to this piece.

Dark forest - dark, goth, forest, fantasy, night

A Lament

Children must never grow up.
Who will care for the dragons?

Thin, gray
lines of smoke
rise from its nostrils,
tangle in the birch’s

white branches,
lost ribbons
by a moment’s wind…

The flame that once
cushioned its heart
has grown cold;
its cold heart

no longer bars
the night.


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