They come at me with night armor, with blades of war.
I smile and to show them I’m friendly.
They drew their shields like kites to brace for a furnace.
I couldn’t release a puff at a living creature.
Eyes glinting with adventure, with reckless daring, they charge. They bring their swords down on my scales.
I try to run but they have me by the tail. They strike again.
I ask them why. It’s just the way things are they say.
They want my treasures. I have none to give. They want my life.
Were my role reversed, I would want,
and in wanting would have many treasures.
But I just want to be friends.
Then you shouldn’t have been born a dragon.
A flash of violet light crumples the knights to dust. Purple embers scatter them.
Mighty wrath flings them into the sky. She screams how dare you touch my treasure! They flee before my princess.
She drives them off the world. Then returns to our castle.
She tends to my wounds. I praise her for her noble actions.
She just hugs me. And cries with joy.
You are no monster. They
who slash your hide are the monsters. They
who threaten you threaten me.
You are my most precious diamond, and I will guard you jealously.
She sets me on a throne and dresses my scales with robes.
Together, we change the story
to our truly priceless treasures,
to our heart’s tale.
How many times do you want to make Twilight cry so?
7916478 Till she can never forget what she means to him, till she never doubts her worth again, till she know his happy to belong with her.
When I referenced him I'm referring to spike considering this is written as spikes poetry. Not to assume the authors of him.
Also I love this Piece!