a girl made out of dragon fire

you fear your light is fading out;
a difference has not been made,
there’s darkness where the heart once glowed
and stacks of bills that must be paid —

but know, you’re not a flick’ring lamp,
or straggling bulb of flimsy wire:
for you have a light that only comes
from being made
of dragon fire

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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