"Desert Dragon"
Disclaimer: I do not own Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Please do not sue me.
I am the desert dragon.
I once reigned over endless hearts and lives from the top of the greenest mountain. My life as the imperial dragon gained less meaning as I gained more knowledge and realized the extent of my responsibility for my actions.
I once listened drunkenly to the hum of a metal laden fox, a demon with more poison in her veins than blood. Others tried to speak to me, but the hypnotic hum of metal overwhelmed even the exquisite ears of the dragon queen. I pushed my lover, my sister, my mentor, all who cared for me, further from the mountain, closer to the clouds.
One day, the clouds came down the mountain and mingled with the trees. I spoke to my lover with sorrow as piercing as the quietest cry from the nightingale, and blindly I jumped into the clouds.
Legends said I would fall forever, but even legends die, and eventually, I reached the ground. I came to rest on an endless stretch of orange dirt. I remember staring blankly up at the deeply blue cloudless sky, feeling the intensity with which the sun burnt my skin. I remember the way loose pieces of the cracked dirt felt in my hands as they clenched and unclenched around it.
I am now little more than bones that have not been buried. I am the desert dragon.
~End
Disclaimer: I do not own Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Please do not sue me.
I am the desert dragon.
I once reigned over endless hearts and lives from the top of the greenest mountain. My life as the imperial dragon gained less meaning as I gained more knowledge and realized the extent of my responsibility for my actions.
I once listened drunkenly to the hum of a metal laden fox, a demon with more poison in her veins than blood. Others tried to speak to me, but the hypnotic hum of metal overwhelmed even the exquisite ears of the dragon queen. I pushed my lover, my sister, my mentor, all who cared for me, further from the mountain, closer to the clouds.
One day, the clouds came down the mountain and mingled with the trees. I spoke to my lover with sorrow as piercing as the quietest cry from the nightingale, and blindly I jumped into the clouds.
Legends said I would fall forever, but even legends die, and eventually, I reached the ground. I came to rest on an endless stretch of orange dirt. I remember staring blankly up at the deeply blue cloudless sky, feeling the intensity with which the sun burnt my skin. I remember the way loose pieces of the cracked dirt felt in my hands as they clenched and unclenched around it.
I am now little more than bones that have not been buried. I am the desert dragon.
~End