The dragon breathed its fire,
The gorgon drank its flame,
I held my arms out to it,
And called it by her name.
It turned its head to face me,
And smiled but moved away,
The darkness called it to return;
I knew it couldn't stay.
Then taken from the gorgon,
To another shape unknown,
I found myself within the light,
But lost, afraid, alone.
And when it seemed no other,
Would ease the grief or fright,
A stranger came from out the dark,
And harried off the night.
...
When I grew older dreams of gorgons,
Left in dark to roam,
Faded away each passing day,
As yours became my home.