Pipe lit, embers glowing—I am a
dragon
But I never cared much for
treasure or slaughter, so maybe I’d just rather be a writer of old.
They were wise, possessing secrets
of generations.
They knew what it was to see the
world from far above.
They are calloused and secluded,
need no companionship but the
tales of an age long past and the understanding that future will bring about little
change but their death.
Come to think of it, maybe I
wanted to be a dragon all along.
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