Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
The dragon is a symbol of power,
Of majesty, beauty, of sheer awe,
The dragon is a beast on a whole other level,
With eyes that see into spirits and souls,
Wisdom that could cause a library to crumble,
A beast that is the idol of many,
One beyond good and evil,
It can be civilization’s salvation,
Or bring about it’s downfall.
But dragons, they are too rare,
And when one may fall prey to their baser urges,
It can be devastating,
For frustration and pressure can build,
Until they ignite into white hot flame,
In all the lore of dragons bringing down cities,
All were too distracted by the destruction to notice,
It was brandishing a rather large erection.
For even those of extreme power, wisdom, and majesty,
Are still susceptible to baser urges,
Dragons still get erections,
Dragons still need to fuck.