Dragon's breath and tears

 You may have heard of dragons,

compared to legends of old;

they are not fictional jargons

as many have been told

Indeed, they are actual!

Not as they have been perceived,

For the safety of a damsel 

Dreamers this thought conceived. 

They exist in each of us,

In their own separate form

Some are true and zealous, 

Others, dark like a rainstorm. 

Sometimes, we meet with our dragon

Their hot breath pours over us, 

It's acidic and blazon,

More beautiful than the lotus;

because it was meant to be.

When it has consumed all, 

It begins the work on thee.

The eyes are the last brawl.

Slowly but surely they burn,

And tears closely ensue

It is not a concern

For just then comes rescue

As water tends to do.

To soothe the burn, a tear, my dear.