Poetry

The Dragon and The Dame

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The Dragon and The Dame

We know it all too well, The story of the Dragon and the Dame

In which she was confident the beast she would tame

But she fell prey to the monster’s eyes

So lost she couldn’t tell the truth for the lies

It started as a venture to save his life

He bared his fangs, threatened with claws

She took it in stride, analyzing his flaws

This daily battle oddly filled her with relief

Already she was trapped behind the Dragon’s teeth

Becoming victim to love’s bondage

Her pure heart was a willing hostage

She was warned, this was a corrosive gave

Heed them she did not, as she was drunk off his intoxicating flame

A flame that scorched her very soul

Turning to ash in his hands was her role

She loved him & his corruption, loved him to death

A smoldering end was all that was left

Another dame gone, his daft flame had spoken

But this one was one too soon, and left the Dragon broken

He realized too late, you shouldn’t destroy what you love

He was toxic, he made a crow from a dove

He was corrupt, but she didn’t hesitate to save

But his only concern was turning her heart into his slave

Without her the beast felt meager and meek

His toxic heart deliberately grew weak

Scales withered to decay, the end is nigh

Without the healing of the Dame, the Dragon did die

The self-corrosion was abated by the naïve dame

But his own nature killed her and himself all the same

Tale as old as time, this vicious circle never ends

The game will just change players, and begin again

 

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Poetry, world observations

Power, Corruption, Cruelty

First, the poem titled Corrupt.

Corrupt
The corrupt create causes of cruelty/
That are heinous hurtful and harmful/
To your serenity, sanctuary, and soul/
But why? Why must they hold this control?/
To the core it is a primal need/
This dark tendencies are a beast ready to feed/
True evil is a man corrupting his seed/
Changing the flower to a parasitic weed/
Using children to spread your wrath/
It’s a disgust unlike anything hell hath/
The destruction of happy homes from the inside out/
The breakage of hearts, letting the love pour out/
An adult with selfish behavior/
Creating the image of a false saviour/
No rhyme or reason why the evil exists/
But said no matter if detained or not, it will persist/
The corrupt create causes of cruelty…….

Now, the discussion about the subject matter at hand based on a personal experience. Power, it has the ability to corrupt. Once a person has it they feel the need to be in complete and utter control of the world around them. When they lose their grip on that power they turn cruel if they aren’t already. It is something that is sad and frightening once it goes that route.

A man using underhanded tricks to maintain his power is already wrong. But a man using his kids as a show of power to destroy a good thing just because he has no power over it anymore is just evil. Evil in its purest form to me is the manipulation of children’s innocence to do wrong.

I watched a young child ripped from a happy home that they didn’t want to leave because their sibling was manipulated to believe that someone was doing them wrong. Even though said person has done nothing but sacrifice to ensure their survival and happiness. The younger sibling has been torn between sibling loyalty and finding their own path in life. The older has lost their own identity to their fathers will/need to control all life around him at the cost of everyone’s joy. A heinous act that was a plan that was in the works for months that came to a head like a tactical nuke going off at a dynamite factory. They only reason any of the heartache and pain they went through happened is because that man lost all power, so he exuded cruelty to make everyone around him just as miserable.

I know power doesn’t always corrupt and lead to cruelty, but when it does no one is happy in the end. That’s just my observation of the world around me.

So does power equal cruelty? What’s your opinion.

– Poetic Ice

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