Jack

The dragon stole —

stole the trades of the merchants

the jewels of the pirates

the clouds from the sky!

The light from the sun;

In its lonely cave

It sat

and smiled.

Not too fat, not too thin,

Not too red, not too blue,

Not too angry, not too calm,

Not too good, not too bad.

It smiled.

He smiled and rumbled.

“My name is Jack.”

Skin a patchwork of colors,

He absorbs the lives of others.

A normal dragon and yet not.

And yet He was feared.

And when He flew

Majestic in the air, truly to be feared–

Arrows stung his

back

wings

eyes

And he flew and he landed

But is it a landing if you don’t catch yourself?

And Jack, the dragon who stole a little of everything

and who had angered a little of the whole world,

On the ground,

Dirty,

Looked up–

At the clouds returning!

And the light lightening the sky!

And the formless trades returning to their masters!

And He realized-

It should have just stuck to gold.