In the beginning, I was born a dragon,
An engine designed for a sole purpose.
Every component crafted for little else,
blind passion, light and dark, painted my wings.
Yet without that function,
the beast drifts courseless.
Instinct without reason,
impusle without guidance.
Its mission now determined by power,
leaving animal drives over restraint.
The engine cannot balance itself.
A molten heart cannot thaw infinity,
The dragon, doomed to wither, cannot learn.
Sometimes it can be quite interesting to see what the brain can concoct with little rest and in the dead of night. If I’m lucky, it might even make sense.
I hope you all enjoy.