Fighting Free

The dragon’s fury is felt.
From its illusory dungeon,
It vows hatred
Against those men.

Stabbed in the heart,
Struck from behind
By the black art
Of humankind.

Wanting only to live;
Instead it is hunted.
Choosing to run,
Hoping to escape the
bloodshed.

In a land far enough away,
It sleeps peacefully.
No more yesterday . . .
Destiny please.

The sun set’s gentle reminder
Removes the remnant chains.
The wound heals,
But the scar remains.

Copyright © 1988 by Jim Ing