Gift of the Dragon - short poem

Gift of the Dragon

Swirling serpent of storm and desert devil
whispered in my ear one long eve,
But has always spoken to my heart
urging me to live, to revel, to believe

Revelations he spoke were terrible and great,
the Darkest weight upon my soul
Simply frightening beyond one’s fear
as he imparted the truth, my role

To be a lady of wisdom, power and freedom
were his utmost desires for me
In blood I signed my name, a pact with Him
and received the gift of immortality.

©K. Scarlet Rakoczy, 3/22/12

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