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A Princess, a Tower, and a Dragon•

A Princess, a Tower, and a Dragon•

The princess stood in her high tower

Looking out the wide window

Tears falling towards the earth

Like a statue in silence

Nothing but her heart spoke.

The dragon circled the tower

Heart-wrenching cries echoing in the night.

Its wings hid the moon from the earth

Its body span wider than the sky

Shaking like a leaf in front of the silent tears.

The princess whispered to leave

The dragon begged to try

Her shadow left the window

The wings continued batting

In steady devastating waves.

Another night ends

Another night begins.

No prince will come, the dragon snarled.

No prince will come, the princess confessed.

The tears continued and the whispers didn't falter

Leave leave leave

They repeated.

Never never never

The dragon chanted in answer.

Another wall builds

Another pain is.

The princess rests on the windowsill.

She lets her fingers reach towards the sky

Like the tips of them can caress that cloud of white in ink.

Never come to me, she whispers with a smile.

The white cloud shakes and turns

Gets closer to the tower to rest

Stops on seeing the fingers longing

And the eyes pleading.

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No

It roars in defiance.

And the eyes wilt with a fond pain

My dragon fits the sky.

The trembling lips breathe

The sky in your eyes

The sky in your arms

The agitated wings insist.

The princess turns to leave

Another sleepless night

Another window draped by a white wing.

The princess traces the narrow room

Boxes stacked in one corner

Closed to not be opened.

A bed unmade and messy between wide-awake nights

A window so so wide

And no door in sight.

She sighs and closes her eyes

Another night nears

Another night nears.

I can fly us away

The dragon pleads.

My sky is yours

My wings are yours

The dragon states with a desperate air.

All it earns it is a fond laugh.

Some are made for the wide skies

I am made for the windowsills.

My dragon is strong

My dragon is smart

My dragon's sky is the dragon's alone.

The princess recites what she always does

With a serene expression and a dull gaze

The dragon breaks in another rejection

And from the shards

Comes another night.

The princess's tears water the grounds

And from the tears, flowers bloom under her sated eyes.

The princess's room is narrow and her window is wide

The boxes are closed and they hide

A door locked

A door unlocked

A door to a woman that only ever gets close to window sills.

The dragon weeps on the tower's high

And the tears flood the grounds and drown

The flowers that were meant to bloom.

The princess gazes up with a small smile

And whispers to a distraught love

The sky would be much kinder to you

Than my heart ever would.

The weeping rises in misery and sound

And the princess sighs with the delicacy of another end.

The flowers bloom

The flowers drown

The tears don't stop

And another night comes.