Chasing the Dragon

‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.’ – Oscar Wilde

From lofty heights descended,
an angel, fallen low.
Crystal dreams, dark testament,
a black eagle in white snow.

Once she raced before the wind,
but grew her wings too soon.
The dragon she chased, has turned to hunt
beneath a harvest moon.

The Beast stole joy and crawled away
over cracked and bleeding plains.
A white horse from stables bolted;
left dried up, broken veins.

Her palace of air the white boy stole –
to all four corners blown.
In a back alley gutter, she stares at the stars,
whispers there’s no place like home.

Ryan Stone

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14 thoughts on “Chasing the Dragon

  1. I feel like I am going in a wild rush of terrific lines after lines. You tell stories with poignancy dear Ryan (sorry that I keep saying it, but you do) and the feelings just permeate the screen and I can almost touch your feelings. Gorgeous!
    -Dajena πŸ™‚

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