Crimson Dragon II

The crimson dragon flies across the red fury skies,
but the little people see him as a butterfly.
Another spec in this world, another creature that can only be seen in shadows.
It’s red can never be mistaken.
The fire breathing crime-filled creature does nothing but kill.
It kills his own dreams, dies every night just to be born again.
He swims in his own fire.
Just like the phoenix, his ashes have a confused meaning.
Hiding behind his caves and sleeping to be in pain.
His pain can only be heard if you listen close enough.
Only the stars and the sun understand him.
The dragon now rests in his own blood,
a bullet hole where he shot himself many times.
The scars remain in this dragon,
yet, the little people see him as a beautiful butterfly,
soaring across the meadows of their guilt and their pain.
The people who wish upon him as he flies by,
not knowing their wishes are nightmares and he is only a creature.

-R. (06-16-11)