I go on the quest,
Each time, I am afraid,
It's not the time, I guess,
Hating what I have made.
Each time, I face up to the dragon,
Not with any better or worse gear,
I try to say, "Let's go, come on,"
But I am not taking care of this fear.
Her eyes are glowing red,
Once a calm and friendly blue,
But now what I'd known is dead,
And my sword I swing is, too.
Her scales, once a place for me to ride,
Now are sharpened daggers,
A beauty I'm worried has died,
Thinking it is protecting me from danger.
The fire that has warmed me,
It is now my cage,
I need to be free,
And let mistakes be made.
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September 6, 2017
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The Rhythmic, Blue Cat
PoetryThis is my poem book. Enjoy, since many people have enjoyed my poems! These are my feelings, so please do keep that in mind. Yes, the cover is Bluestar. I couldn't find a blue cat other than her, who is arguably the most famous blue cat.
