To Queen(s)

Witnessed a dragon,

     On the streets walking as I delivered myself up to the flames of an interview in order to come alive, She was woven of tricks, passion and dignity, One whose love contained no hesitation as the devil within breathed stumbling fire out from the accepted cuts and integrity as she bowed, Acknowledging that in life she was ever racked with lies perpetrated into her mind fed were true.

       That she was a misfit and her breathing this in helped her neglect the need to feel important, Knowing her minions desired her more for any reason that kings and queens could desire the emeralds held captive in her eyes, Misinterpreting her magic as a profitable loss they could never cause because her honesty was subjected wholly to their truths, Instead of acceptance found only her lover's eyes... And all those who glanced her existence.

In lieu of the sight...
Of a dragon