• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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Hunger Pains

Not everyone can be an engineer or a king;
none of us can be a wizard flapping his arms into the sky
searching for Mother Dragon who lives above the lake,
her scales the perfect pigment of sky blue;
but everyone of us if we are caught unprepared
can meet the Polar Madman as it angles its thick jaws
heavy with a thousand teeth, too many slivers, a steel blade
into the one who is not ready leaving them on the pathway
their skin the color of frost, their large eyes dragon white.