StoneLion's Writings

Desert Dragon

Note: I decided to redo this as a poem.  The new version follows.  There is not much difference, but I think enough to make it better. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.  Please do not sue me.  Yes, gasp!  It's fiction based off a movie!

I am the desert dragon.

I once reigned
over endless hearts
from the top
of the greenest mountain.
My life as imperial dragon
gained less meaning as I gained
more knowledge and realized
the extent of my responsibility
for my actions.

I once listened drunkenly
to the hum of a metal laden fox,
a demon with more poison
in her veins than blood.
The hypnotic hum of metal
overwhelmed even the exquisite ears
of the dragon queen.
I pushed my lover,
my sister, my mentor,
further from the mountain,
closer to the clouds.

One day, the clouds
came down the mountain
and mingled with the trees.
I spoke to my lover with sorrow
as piercing as the quietest cry
from the nightingale,
and blindly I jumped into the clouds.
Legends said I would fall forever,
but even legends die,
and I reached the ground.

I came to rest
on an endless stretch
of hot, orange dirt, and
I remember staring blankly
up at the deeply blue
cloudless sky, feeling
the intensity with which
the sun burnt my skin.
I remember the way loose
pieces of the cracked dirt
felt in my hands as they clenched
and unclenched around them.

I am now little more
than bones that have not
been buried.
I am the desert dragon.