Dragons
These aren't my dragons to slay.
Their wings may have blocked my view of the stars,
but they aren't my dragons to slay.
Their tongues may have slandered and labeled and cursed me,
But they aren't my dragons to slay.
The fire from their lungs may have burned up my dreams,
Their tails may have tripped me to my knees,
Their claws may have ripped my mind into seams,
But they aren't my dragons to slay.
Vengeance, they say, is in the Creator's hands
Thank goodness! My hands aren't that strong
These foolish dragons, they think that they've won and I'm done,
But that feeling won't be there for long
The Creator's revenge is perfect
The Creator's revenge is precise
These dragons and monsters who've haunted my life.
By the Creator's perfect hands meet their rightful demise
They were never my dragons to slay.
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