The Dragonfly Queen--Part 1

     Her dame was thought to be the first drop of dew, and her sire to be last ray of Sunset's light. How those two ever met was an enigma in the first place, which made their daughter all the more mystifying. She certainly appeared to be of exotic parentage, delicate yet fiery, cool yet fervid, and completely uncontainable. Her face was that of the sun, a golden hue to her vibrant features, beautiful in their passionate expressions. Her hair was that of her sire's, shifting 'twixt shades of purples and pinks, oranges and reds, like the clouds at dusk. Her body was long and lithe, bespeaking the delicacy of her dame, and the power of her sire. Perhaps most breathtaking were the wings on her back. They flowed like water, but appeared as great fire, sharp and keen, crimson red with streaks of blue slicing through the dancing blaze. They seemed insubstantial, yet were as tangible as any dewdrop, and bright as any star. Her presence both soothed and invigorated, and she knew no enemy amongst the flora or fauna. With such parentage came brilliance of mind, and coolness of character, harnessed ardor of nature.  She was certainly the most glorious of all faerie; none could deny that.

Paradox of Life

The paradox of life:
Life consumes you,
Life takes away your life,
Like a mantis eating her mate.
Life runs through your veins,
Like a cobra's venom.

Day of Birth

What did I do?
Survived another year,
Breathed enough to avoid
Death by suffocation,
Ate enough to add
A healthy chub to my visage.
Does not everyone do the same,
Or at least attempt it?
Should we not all be lauded
For the mundane fact of living?