Arwind: The dragonboy

The scars of the sky turned red
and the forest leaves arose
as the pale autumn chased the birds
towards the path that I once chose-
                     
Windy murmurs kneel before my bones
and with reverence commenced to recite
a story of fallacy and bloody playful stones
of the leaving and the grieving of daylight-

While the telling interfered with my insight
hollowing the words towards my fable origin
a creature appeared through an unforeseen light
leaded by a childhood's moral sin-

He was half of a boy and half of a dragon
and somehow made me feel half of myself
as if a part of me were a missing wagon
as if I were never meant to be an elf-

Overwhelmed I stood and stared
at the wholeness of the fable boy
and painfully half-hearted I dared
to dream of the dream I never meant to destroy-

He strongly reminded me of a child
which fused both of my mental worlds into one
the one cold-blooded and angry and wild
and the other playful and hopeful and young-

Losing my clarity before his blurry vision
I remembered why my continence was ever bleeding
as he reminded me of my afflictive self-treason
This boy - which had only visited my day of dreaming-

My eyes were staring 'though I were asleep
trying to breathe into the logic that withers
like the time when my fragile brains were weak
to outsmart the red waves and myrtile green feathers-

Those said waves and feathers of my life untrue
define the fable exile of my half-human heart
and on my skin appeared words the autumn wind blew:
"A lonesome mind with a lonesome heart will depart"-

Half of a royal-purple eyed boy
with hair of green and skin of reptile
but legs with beast edges and claws to enjoy
the furious haunting of life's chest febrile-

His hands - hands of a child awake
with ivory jewellery and an inelegant youth
Hands that you dare to shake
but eyes that are most possible to shake you-

He had wings of light green and dark brown
like an old tree enwrapped by some toxic flower -
- this kind of love which balances on a sugar crown
which in return for its embrace shall slowly melt your power-

Wings of poison ivy love and mating
an ancient nature creature dareful with a spirit undone
Wing of a dragon but face of innocence haunting
he stood there as a fairy but not a vulnerable one-

Fragile he seemed at heart but rough at the edges of spirit
- a strong spirit but far from sanity and logic he seemed - 
Even the aggressiveness of an orphan beast would fear it
A miracle of both pureness and treachery indeed-

And I felt so unlucky to be half and conciously alone
What was the purpose of having the heartbeat of an elf?
Only half of what I were before I were born
What is a true perception of one's self?-

Cutting my thought into pieces of skin
the mud spread its coldness through my naked feet;
"I is half of what I thought I had always been
divided by two and split into parts incomplete"-

And then I remembered the blind lilac deer
the one of my dizzy summer days
I always thought that he looked half too but far from fear
What were missing of him that drove others into the haze?

What was he looking for in the middle of the ancient forest?
In the middle of the storytelling of my murmuring mind?
How could a blind deer stare with eyes so honest?
Could his melodic heart of parts ever be so selflessly kind?

As the thinking of the deer interfered with my murmurs
the dragonboy vanished dropping its candy crown
The sound of the falling echoed chaotic rumors
whilst the autumn forest cried and humble leaves fell down-

And with the boy's leaving appeared a fairy skinned
which touched the pointy crown and on my forehead bled
words that ached; "Even though I stopped chasing the wind
it still wisely whispers inside my carefree head."-

- veldaerya