Why-vern

I wanted to be a dragon.
To say the words that were burning in my throat
The ones I knew would devastate you
For my own protection.

But I was hunted for my hide
And I was hated for my kind.
So I left my hoarde behind
To fade into obscurity.

Becoming more myth than man
More memory than monster.

To go down in history.
To go down
Onto the page
As a story
I hope to never reread