Robert James Liguori, Tears of the Dragon Contest, 8/16/2025; inspired by Bruce Dickinson's song "Tears of the Dragon."
Tears of the Dragon I splashed water on my face; the mirror cracked in half - a reflection of fear and doubt. It was dark in that cold place of shattered scales.The sea - rushing over that rusty sink; and I can’t think about it. My wings are clipped; my breath’s dry sulfur. I said my prayers; the mirror just chortled. Chilblains chatter, sore; the floor, a horror show. It was doubtful I’m standing - what for. Eruption of the mirror dares me to peek, but I’m six feet under my sheets. It’s Winter here; I drag my tail. My sharp-teeth-grief’s unyielding. Of fierce and fiery tears - there is no end; unholy flames of years misspent.
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