Take Flight
Dispel my fantasy,
dearest dragon king.
With your harsh reality,
enlighten me.
Condemned to a tower,
I’m the forgotten queen,
who withers by the hour
beneath your menacing wing.
No knight in lustrous armor
will be stepping forward for me,
as there is no power stronger
than my tyrant king.
When love grows sour,
it must be set free -
like I from my tower,
and you to your wings.
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