I am the Son
of Dragons,
no fathers present,
so I am fueled by
Mothers’ Magic.
Here I rest,
where I’ll drink
from my flagon,
and enjoy the view
as the Mothers
soar,
open their maws,
and let roar
the cleansing fire
of angry
Dragons.
Mothers’ Son,
Mothers’ Son,
I am he,
and I will
dutifully bury
the bodies
when you are done.
©️ Obol, 2019.
