Dragons and Unicorns
Lost in the forever of magic
but
whenever you call them
they will be there.
Oberon sold us on
to the highest bidder
from the lowest realm,
I
suppose on celluloid
that's allowed
but no deal when
it's real
life.
Like the lamp I've been rubbed
snubbed
bought and abused
used
discarded
and magically
I'm still here
tarnished
but
still me.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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