Cry of the Dragon
I cry my silent tears, for I am lonely.
Alone and without the touch of a loving hand.
No words of kindness have passed my way;
No deeds of friendship have I received.
Life is lived in solitude, no sweet tender voices do I hear.
No words of cheer or encouragement. And when I venture
forth into the world of the human creatures , the only
sounds I hear are of disgust, unkind laughter, pity and fear.
My heart cries out for a friend ~ one individual that
will see beyond my scaly skin, my talons long and sharp,
my wings of gossamer leather ~ one that will touch me with
affection and understand that I am simply me, whoever
that may be ~ I am not the monster of thy midnight
dreams, nor the butt of all thy jokes, nor the subject of
unveiled, poorly hidden pity ~ I cry out plaintively to
long-deaf ears ~ I am only me and I long to call thee Friend.