She will not burn again.
Wings broken,
soul torn,
the silver dragonness
can not imitate phoenix.

Buried beneath the waves,
she will fight no longer.
Sucked into the maelstrom
of a thousand-year fury
suppressed within.
A storm none could stop

Gleaming silver skin,
will rot over shattered bones
until not even they could tell
of the defiance and loneliness once held
within glacial blue eyes.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017