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A Legend of Love

A Legend of Love

 
Far, far away in distant lands
in a cave in the middle of a dark forest
deep within the Scottish hills

there lived a dragon
“Aiden”
so grand and magnificent
his fire so strong
it engulfed his very own heart
 
for, over the hill stood in vein
his true love
she was defined by her gracious beauty
but Aiden, so timid and shy
never told of this

delicate like a leaf
lost within the dungeons of his own heart
 
so hidden, underground
vulnerable to the outside world
 
yet for her, he would have fought an entire village
winning her heart after any great battle
alas, for his lack of confidence

he was afraid if he got too close, she’d reject him
 
eventually he would die alone
in a sea of his own tears...
covered in confetti.

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Bernie Martin

Now I'm not sure if it's how I've woken up today, it might be the heat we have here at the moment, but when I read this, even for a second or third time, whilst I can interpret it as a fairy tale I find myself not wanting to. I want the Dragon to be a metaphor for the one who loves from afar but whose love is never recognised by the one on whom it is lavished. 
Love your choice of name. Aiden, so undragon like. But perfect for your poem. Better than Rory or some such. "Lost within the dungeons of his own heart" is a great line. And your ending "covered in confetti." Not only alliteration but it engenders the right feeling in the reader. 
Unrequited love can be so poetic my dear friend. Loved it. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Awe thank you dearest Bernie, I just wanted my readers to have a good cry lol 🤣  ah, I love Dragons, I wrote this quite some time ago and yes of course a metaphor for anyone who doesn't have the courage to tell of their love, I'm a massive romantic at heart, and of course Aiden is a name I've always loved, I am of British Scottish blood so I do on rare occasion bring it out. 🐉 

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Shirley Harrison

Awe, thank you dear Rory, we don't always need a novel to show our imagery do we, thank you for coming by dear poet. 🌹

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