The Dragon

By Scott Bailey © 2026

I am the mighty Dragon waiting in the wind.

I am the twisting fire, ready to begin.

I am the rage of light, that shines within the eyes

Of those who are bereft and see through all the lies.

I am the rising heat, swelling beneath the earth.

The mounting indignation against disregarded worth.

I am the trembling dark, terror of the night.

The creeping realisation of crushing fist of might.

I simply wait the day, when I become the we.

When the shackles burst and fury is set free.

When I am we, remember this

I am coming for you.

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