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The Fantasy life

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When did it all get so out of control?
Did I change into this bitter fail?
You cannot undo what is done
Only live to tell the tale

There were dragons in my world
Fierce and fiery, ready to fight
They set the world ablaze in glory
My life they did ignite
I took their passion, and made it mine
I flew above the flames
But of course it never lasts
Eventually I drained
I fell into a symphony
But the rhythm was out of time
I wept and cried and lost my way
I missed the dragons divine
The world around me disappeared
The heat it turned to ice
The winter had set upon my soul
And trapped me in its vice
I did not think there was escape
I suffocated here
And even with the coolest of air
I wanted to disappear
I buried myself for a thousand years
I hid amongst the sea
Its took me long to morn my loss
That loss of course was me
But when I rose from the water
I took a stride again
I raise my heads to the heavens
To be drowned in rain
The rain became a thunderstorm
The storm of lightning beams
It was as if the dragons were calling me
And I saw them in my dreams
They willed me to continue
On a journey I didn’t know
I walked for miles and miles for them
I knew I had to go
And along my journey
A sudden springtime came
The grass was green and trees appeared
And lighter was the rain
The world became a forest
I think I liked it here
The dryads all came out to play
They showed me to have no fear
But as their trees fell on down
Each one of them died
And as I mourned for them all
Part of me did deny
Why was I still living?
I didn’t deserve to be
For I was still a dragon at heart
But there was only me
It was then the leaves were falling
I cast myself in thorns
In hope they’d cut me up enough
So I could be unborn
Alas although they hurt
The blood still ran through me
There was nothing I could to
Except mope in misery

When did it all get so out of control?
Did I change into this bitter fail?
You cannot undo what is done
Only live to tell the tale
But my tale has been told
It’s a never ending lie
None of my dreams did happen
In fact I was to die
The dragons had been my freedom
My eventual ending youth
The water had been my lower years
Where I hid from the truth
When I saw the dryads my midlife
A crisis of my head
And lying in the thorns I knew
Eventually I was dead.
I haven't made a da submission for ages, i guess aside from the nshn I dont do much internet stuff anymore.

I wrote this this morning after waking up at 6am from yet another nightamare. Its partly a reflection on that, just weirded out by me.
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IWEMG's avatar
Thats so cool!