Xendier was terrified of the golden dragon, Zandechina.
He had heard of her exploits, and she was fierce and ruthless.
It was said that she could sneak up on the stealthiest dragon.
In battle many ran off, when they heard her name.
He had asked several if she was expected to show tonight.
They had no idea; Zandechina had her own agenda.
She consulted no one, possibly not even the gods.
Zandechina knew Xendier’s reputation for loving and leaving dragons,
but she thought he was truly handsome, and she heard he had asked around about her.
She decided to pursue him, and make him hers.
She resolved to find him tonight.
She began her descent at four thousand feet, landing on his back.
He made a sound she had never heard a dragon make; it intrigued her.
She began to chase him. He was screaming now.
Let the courtship begin!
You perforate my normality
with snap-shots of the past.
Images of yesteryear form
a slide show which interjects,
dove-tailing, sneaking in to
the now with the stealth of
the stealthiest fox.
Distracted from the present
my mind meanders down-stream,
pausing at a bridge arched over now
and then. Remembering when I was younger,
carefree, flitting between hearts,
scattering the lovelorn in my wake
like sown seeds, lost, never harvested.
Then flippancy of youth. The transience.
Easy come easy go -
before the burden of emotion takes its toll.
My fickle fingers touched your heart -
then dropped it, hot potato-like;
craved for then petulantly discarded,
out of fashion, gone, onto the next .....
Yet here you are merging then with now.
You found me somehow, and I you.
Back to the future. Time travelled
and catapulted into familiarity.
The perforation of normality.
Present in the present with the steel
of the steeliest fox.
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