My dragons and my wind
Up and over the treetops and away from me
What would you ask the moon?
Dark wood oak doors stand closed
Locked shuttered rusted hinges
Dusty curtains on the corn tops
Withdraw upon grinning
Done, done, all is done
All is done to dusk
~*~
I follow my smile from corner to corner
Skating on a razor edge
With little points twinkling
I don't believe my laugh lines
They are here to lead me astray
And down the path of complacency
My expressive shield and sword
Prevent all approaches
But the most unaware
The fools and jesters who would fall headlong into volcanoes
I cannot lower my defenses
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