The Dragon's Departure
I wrote a hundred poems
About you, for you, to you,
But you never realized
Did you?
Those words were not just words
They were physical pieces
Of a priceless heart
A paper and ink home
That you owned
You weren’t renting
You had no mortgage
But maybe that’s why
It was worthless to you,
You didn’t have to fight for it
I was always the one fighting
Your fearless little gladiator
In the Colosseum
As you looked on
Oh heartless Emperor
After all this time
After every battle I fought
After every battle I won
You would give the thumbs down?
Did I truly mean that little to you?
Was I truly just a play pretty
In your pitiless hands?
Well then, your majesty
I must spread my wings and take my leave,
Forgive me but I am a dragon
Not some little boy’s
Plastic little toy.