Torn between two dragons,
which one do I choose to feed?
The one that serves the greater good,
Or the one that serves me?
I am the beautiful, misunderstood,
I am the lonely wolf,
I am the keeper of balance , master to the dragons
Two Dragons battling for dominance,
Torn between the two I play both sides,
Serving my needs from time to time.
An enigma to the world including myself.
The burden of taming the monsters,
Fulfilling my mission and building the rebellion.
The reason time or love is non existent.
Traveled on a one way to ticket to fix the future.
Back to the past that is unfamiliar
I search for the key that leads to the door,
Back to the realm that I know.
To fulfill my destiny and find my way home.
I find nothing but vast emptiness.
humans and creatures its all same.
I use them to feed the hunger, then I banish
Never to be seen again
I collect names that will mean nothing.
This my advantage,
No attachment,
Driven by purpose
And Taming the dragons
I am strong alone.
I am resilient,
an instrument of war.
Searching for direction and clues,
I am very intuitive ,
I collect the pawns to build my army.
Meanwhile I take control of the dragons
Time after time they battle it out
The duel of these monsters, hunger and exhaustion.
Torn between two dragons at war,
The one I choose to feed seals my fate
And the duel will be won in my name.
I choose the one that serves my higher purpose.
My mission is and always was more important than my story.
The duel of two dragons at war,
One represents the past and one is the future,
I am the revolution.
In Conclusion:
Building the revolution is my mission.
All the while the dragons I must tame.
Meanwhile dealing with the vanity and deception in the human realm
vengeance and betrayal
when I go against my intuition,
I lose myself.
Building an army for the death of an era..
Change is a mystery we should welcome…