Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping <br />like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from <br />a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction. <br /> <br />Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy <br />is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood, <br />he becomes a symbol of self appreciation. <br />Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game. <br />It is his only means of achieving satisfaction. <br />A reaction would disturb the molecules from <br />their expected conclusion. <br /> <br />The boy does not realize how close he is <br />to potential danger. If he awakens the <br />dragons, he awakens his death. <br /> <br />Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are dreaming <br />of future conquests. Illusionary REM's of human <br />body parts dancing in their heads. Helpless <br />after a day of mass frustration. Hopeless <br />after a time of complete desolation. <br /> <br />The boy is finished his game. He smiles <br />to himself at his clever disguises. Yesterday he <br />was a soldier in the war of indifference. Today <br />he is a hero, a legend in his own mind. <br /> <br />He screams in abandoned pleasure. He <br />yells because he can. Racing through the woods <br />until he comes upon the entrance to a cave. <br /> <br />Takes a breath, than slowly enters in. <br />The dragons are no longer sleeping. They are <br />preening their scales in preparation. Their red <br />soul-less eyes look at the boy. The boy, with <br />his brown empty eyes looks at the dragons. <br /> <br />None of them make a move. <br /> <br />Each of them recognize the emptiness of the other.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-and-the-dragons/
