Dancing Dragons
Petty words are spears which jab the back.
Their masters leap from foot to foot as fire flicks to wood.
And dance cruel games of lacking rules,
To play the unaware.
They crouch as dragons curled around their jewels we call the ego,
A suicide so soft, so sure,
It fills our satisfaction.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2011
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