“Tenacious Soul”

A birthday poem to me from my youngest Dragonlet
February 18, 2025

Glimmers of glory in dreams
Moon- and star-light reflect
Turning night into something worth braving.
Momma Dragon takes on shadows
Painting flames and fighting
For morning sun to arrive.
If the Darkness will not grant it,
She will bend the universe
And create life itself,
Nails splintering,
Clawed from the deep.
“There will be joy,”
she roars,
“There will be light!”
“Whether I must tear Gods from the skies
and bring Heaven down myself!”