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Post by anirbas on Dec 14, 2007 20:19:49 GMT -6
for months now
she'd lain dormant
in her cave...
patulous nascent wings
no longer unfurled...
but, instead curled
snuggly round her
holding in her body heat...
once upon a time, she'd flown so high
over mountains and valleys, alike
made love to her chosen mate
diving headfirst towards
the earth during
their prior copulation episode...
pulling up at the last second
orgasmically beblissed
before the earth kissed their snouts
and shattered their bones into fragments...
dragon sex could be so exciting
if it didn't get you killed in the process...
but, for what seemed like an eternity
she'd hidden herself deep in the cleft
of a mountain, hibernating, by choice...
tired of the world and it's many yammering
voices hammering at her sensitive ears...
wounded not by swords or spears...
no lacerations bled or oozed pus
from her thick hide that dragon magic
could not heal...
this wound was inside...
a throbbing heart that sprang
copious leaks and spilled tears
over her black scaled cheeks...
all the times she'd tried and failed
to be of any help had finally felled her...
her mind had bent and her spirit had darkened...
her humongous heart had split down the middle
and broken...all the times she'd been betrayed...
and yet still breathed to live another day
with the miserous truth...the human
was rare, that could be trusted...
she'd come to the summation...
most only wished to hunt you down...
stab you, mercilessly, given the chance...
hack off your horns and saw out a tooth...
to prove they'd taken on a dragon...
and lived to tell the tale, with proof...
her body parts, carried in a blood
soaked leathern bag...
so, she'd turned her back of razored spines
upon the world...for months now
she'd lain dormant
in her cave...
patulous nascent wings
no longer unfurled...
but, instead curled
snuggly round her
holding in her body heat...
but, something was a-stirring
within her cold congealed blood...
a flood of what dreams may come
had entered her nightmare racked
and raked mind and had awakened
her from her self-induced hibernation...
she'd come to with a yawn
awakened by the last echoes
of her own draconic snores
bouncing round the walls
of her cave...
one thought,
blazing through her mind...
from now on, she'd give
as good as she got...
even if that meant
she had to bad...
no longer sad,
just resigned
that the human
element was rotted
to the core...no one,
but herself, or her own kind
would she trust, anymore...
she raised herself from the stoney floor,
moved slowly towards the path of moonlight
streaming through the entrance of the cavern...
stopped at the lip of the sheer cliff
that led to her unreachable domain...
gave herself a good shake and stretched
her wings, ever so delicately...
then flapped them vigorously
to be sure they still worked, properly...
let out a great roar followed by a gout
of flesh searing flames, then stepped
into the sky, unfurling her jet veined wings...
sailing towards the face of the fatted calf
of a full moon, knowing the world
would feel her ire and soon...
for the black draconia
had not only awakened...
she'd risen, with vengence
upon her mind...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 14, 2007 22:00:24 GMT -6
Wow Lady of the winged kind...it was a delicious read...yet it made my heart ache...feeling her pain close to my own...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 15, 2007 5:08:21 GMT -6
the pain and the joy we feel in everyday life, often makes it into our fairytales...cathartic for me to bring the black dragon, back...i've sort of tried to bury her...metaphorically, of course...ggglgggl...been wondering where that part of me went...figured out, last night,
i put her to sleep...so, i woke the bitch up...ggglgggl...thanks for the read and the Wow...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 15, 2007 12:40:47 GMT -6
Woke the bitch up...giggle...ggigle...snort...loved it...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 15, 2007 16:39:54 GMT -6
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe...your giggles made me get the cackles...
I've still got the poster of a black dragon at the top of a moutain, Mini-Me gifted me
after I wrote The Dragon Hunter...But, it's rolled up in a cardboard tube somewhere in the dark nether regions of my bedroom closet...Note to self--find black dragon poster...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 15, 2007 17:13:07 GMT -6
Lady sister of my heart...I am laughing as you have stated afore that you were going to hang that poster up in the bedroom as not to scare any visitors you might have in your living room...I do so adore the fact that you like me and somewhat scatter brained at times...and since you get the most giggles out of me I am glad they send you into cackles...giggle snort...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 16, 2007 19:52:52 GMT -6
ggglgggl...roflm*o...as you're so right, seestor dear...I did say that...gotta dig that poster out as Mosquito has already asked me, where it's at...to tired...just to tired to decorate our little cave...perhaps, on my next days off...well, speaking of off, I'm off...to tired to do anything, but crawl to my bed and fly with black wings across the Atlantic in my dreams...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 17, 2007 2:29:30 GMT -6
fly sweets fly...on strong black wings and stronger love...btw...could ya say "Hi" to him from me as well...giggle...giggle...snort...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 17, 2007 21:57:31 GMT -6
Well, I'd like to say, I had sweet dreams of flying on black draconic wings to where we all know, Sabrina would like to go, last night...And I would have told himself, hi from you, if I'd made it there, through dreamscaping...
But, instead, I had one flipping nightmare after another...Raunchy night in my head...Woke one time, with my heart beating so fast, in a cold sweat and my head so turned sideways, I'm forty-six and I got up and turned on the kitchen light, like a kid...Whew...That one was a doozie...Ended with the dark words that finally woke me up..."Ghost to ghost..."
Eeee-uuuuuuuuu...Yuk...What a flipping frightfest...Hate nightmares that do that to me...Turn me from an adult to a fright riddled child...Guess it goes to prove, you're never to old, to get the h-e-double L scared out of you...LOL...
Think I'll have me a snoot of tekillya, before I go to bed, tonight...See if that doesn't chase
the boogieman away from my sweet dreamtimes...Or at least, have him so inebriated, I can lop off his head before he lops off mine...ggglgggl...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 1:45:53 GMT -6
OMg I am sorry sweets...I hate those kind of nights truly hate them...of which thankfully I don't have many in a year...sorry and hope tonight is better...with or without the help of the worm water...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 9:47:20 GMT -6
Eeeeeee-uuuuuuuu....no worm water for this dame...mezcal with it's little pickled dead entity has never passed these lips...though back in the day, I've seen others drink it and eat the dratted worm...GROSS...but, I did have a couple of snoots of tequila...
don't know if that's the reason, but, I had some very funny good dreams, last night...
in one I was wearing a spaghetti strap dress with a corset cut top and a full, floaty skirt
that belled out in volumes of fabric from just below the waistline...and it was black and white sort of gingham printed, of all things...I'd never wear a print like that in my waking world...
but, it looked pretty cool on me in my dreams...the skirt billowing and flowing about my legs...accompanied by, black patent, stilletto come **ck me heels, that kept poking holes in the soft grass and dirt...as I was wearing this get-up to a picnic and everyone else, was wearing blue jeans...even George Clooney...ggglgggl...have no idea what he was doing there...as I used to adore him as an actor, til it hit me, he never dates women his own age...
I'm prejudiced against men, that don't date women unless they are fifteen years or younger than them...what have they got against a good looking cougar? t-hehehehehehehehehe...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 18, 2007 11:34:37 GMT -6
wow talk about a switch being flipped...from one of nightmares to the next of strange funny dreams...giggle...those sound more like the wierd stuff I dream of...sometimes...lol...
And right there with you on the cougar thing...but sometimes I have found that the maturity level is the same with the age difference...they can't handle woman their own age because of it...lol...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 23:25:58 GMT -6
ggglggglgggl...how droll...I'd not seen it that way..."they can't handle women of their own age..." because their maturity level isn't on a par, so they date younger women...wow...wow...you are so funnnny, honey and so on mark...
yeppers, that second dream was a switch flipper...and no matter how incongruous...me, in that dress in high heels poking holes in the ground at a picnic...I liked it far better than the nightmares of the evening before...still gives me shivers to think of the fear congested scenario that ended with the phrase, "ghost to ghost..." as it was being uttered just before the boogie man was about to take me out and then, himself...ugh...widdershins...wipe that from my mind...
anyways, thought I'd add something to this poem...though I thought it was ended...a little wisp of thought has been spiraling through my head all day...gonna play with it, if I'm not to tired...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 23:47:26 GMT -6
for months now
she'd lain dormant
in her cave...
patulous nascent wings
no longer unfurled...
but, instead curled
snuggly round her
holding in her body heat...
once upon a time, she'd flown so high
over mountains and valleys, alike
made love to her chosen mate
diving headfirst towards
the earth during
their prior copulation episode...
pulling up at the last second
orgasmically beblissed
before the earth kissed their snouts
and shattered their bones into fragments...
dragon sex could be so exciting
if it didn't get you killed in the process...
but, for what seemed like an eternity
she'd hidden herself deep in the cleft
of a mountain, hibernating, by choice...
tired of the world and it's many yammering
voices hammering at her sensitive ears...
wounded not by swords or spears...
no lacerations bled or oozed pus
from her thick hide that dragon magic
could not heal...
this wound was inside...
a throbbing heart that sprang
copious leaks and spilled tears
over her black scaled cheeks...
all the times she'd tried and failed
to be of any help had finally felled her...
her mind had bent and her spirit had darkened...
her humongous heart had split down the middle
and broken...all the times she'd been betrayed...
and yet still breathed to live another day
with the miserous truth...the human
was rare, that could be trusted...
she'd come to the summation...
most only wished to hunt you down...
stab you, mercilessly, given the chance...
hack off your horns and saw out a tooth...
to prove they'd taken on a dragon...
and lived to tell the tale, with proof...
her body parts, carried in a blood
soaked leathern bag...
so, she'd turned her back of razored spines
upon the world...for months now
she'd lain dormant
in her cave...
patulous nascent wings
no longer unfurled...
but, instead curled
snuggly round her
holding in her body heat...
but, something was a-stirring
within her cold congealed blood...
a flood of what dreams may come
had entered her nightmare racked
and raked mind and had awakened
her from her self-induced hibernation...
she'd come to with a yawn
awakened by the last echoes
of her own draconic snores
bouncing round the walls
of her cave...
one thought,
blazing through her mind...
from now on, she'd give
as good as she got...
even if that meant
she had to bad...
no longer sad,
just resigned
that the human
element was rotted
to the core...no one,
but herself, or her own kind
would she trust, anymore...
she raised herself from the stoney floor,
moved slowly towards the path of moonlight
streaming through the entrance of the cavern...
stopped at the lip of the sheer cliff
that led to her unreachable domain...
gave herself a good shake and stretched
her wings, ever so delicately...
then flapped them vigorously
to be sure they still worked, properly...
let out a great roar followed by a gout
of flesh searing flames, then stepped
into the sky, unfurling her jet veined wings...
sailing towards the face of the fatted calf
of a full moon, knowing the world
would feel her ire and soon...
for the black draconia
had not only awakened...
she'd risen, with vengence
upon her mind...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 18, 2007 23:49:48 GMT -6
~*~ macropterously blessed, she flew far and wide on the breath of the waning eventide... flew so long, she watched the sun rise over and shade an ocean, the roiling colors of a boiling cauldron... red, orange and saffron... it was then the draconia noticed something... something... was amiss... she did not recall the world looking like this... when her sorrow at losing her beloved mate, Fafnir to the death blow of a piece of human offal known as Sigurd, had overtaken her spirit and led her into her cavern to sleep her pain away... the world did not look this way... zounds! how long had she slept? castles she remembered as being impenetrable monoliths of intactedness... now, stood in crumbled ruins... some, completely gone... nothing more than mortar dust on the wind and places in her memories... in their stead, stood great towers of glass and steel... huts and hovels, no longer dotted the countryside... singular and alone... easily taken on... whole tracts of land, now were covered by the urban sprawl of middle and upper class housing additions... highways connected these places to the great glass and steel structures... roadways teeming with human life and the cars they steered; or the buses they passengered... by the great dragon's whiskers! she must have slept hundreds and hundreds of years... [you may wonder, how our dragon knew what these objects were called... if she'd fallen to sleep, in another age... why, of course...dragons are magical... they know everything...and what they don't know, the words for objects, simply come to them...] if her worst fears were true and she'd put Rip van Winkle's sleep record to shame... her nemesis, Sigurd, the murdering son of a beast, had long passed and become dust as much as the castles of old had... the scaleless lad had escaped her wrath! she could only hope, he'd died a painful, inglorious death... and yet...and yet... upon the wind... she smelled some faint scent, an essence of him... perhaps even in this day and age, some faint vestage of him lived on... in the bodies of his kith and kin... his great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great- and so on and so forth, grandchildren... she smiled a draconical grin... the wind whipping around her razored teeth, as long as a halberd... took a great sniff, sniff, sniff of the wind... and set her course, for a town called Salford... for it was from there the odiferous smell of the bastard Sigurd's line did emanate... [  ggglgggl...I'm having to much fun with this...  ] |
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 13:52:32 GMT -6
I am touched with the feeling that perhps Sabrina Fair has unleashed a epic poem in the making and mishdragon is dancing about like some drunken fool...howling at the sun (for the moon is hiding)...oh boy...oh boy...I love these she does spin so well...time for popcorn...yeppers...I'm ready for it sister of the litter...bring it on...giggle...giggle...giggle....
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Post by anirbas on Dec 19, 2007 14:51:13 GMT -6
Grins and glows suffuse the face of this one, in the wake of reading the praise of Mishie...
Thank you, dear one...Your input and joy in what I deign to type, means much to me...
Don't know where this one is going...Thought it was through and it went to niggling at my mind, yesterday...As though it had something more to say...But, now, it's voice is silent...
Our dragon must be flying on auto-pilot, at the moment...ggglggglgggl...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Dec 19, 2007 15:13:36 GMT -6
I hope she doesn't fly to long...she needs come home and write her story...her avid readers are waiting...lol...giggle...love it and you sis...
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Post by anirbas on Dec 24, 2007 1:55:55 GMT -6
u so funny, honey...her avid readers are waiting...waiting for her to shut up...
love you back...now, I really am going to go lay down...and get some zzzzzzzzzzzzz's
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ggglgggl...I'm having to much fun with this... 
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