Of melted glass

And broken waters

A dragon’s eye

And burning fire.

Of icy crystal

And howling wind

A dragon’s claws

And beating wings.

Vert émeraude est ton œil

Et son reflet dans ce lac de glace

Où miroitent tes émotions

Si calmes.

Rouge sang est ta griffe

Et son ombre avant qu’elle ne tombe

Pour s’ancrer dans la chair

De tes ennemis.

Wrist sewn.

Heart torn.

Attempted suicide.

Her gun was cocked.

Her bullets locked.

Suicide’s not so easy without bullets.

Especially when you’re ready to cock and pull it.

In sudden panic she reached for her razor.

The sea shimmers as if

a child,

has poured glitter in its

soft blue path.

Mountains linger over such water

and are outlined

by a china blue sky.

The sun dances across the water,

casting this magical scene.