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Untitled (The dragons)

Mirienne recorded this poem as a song (5.4 MB).

The dragons I have killed cannot come back.
I am no George,
Metallic myth to reappear each year
Fresh from the forge.
My heart is dried and infamous and black.
The dragons I have killed cannot come back.

I broke the dolls' house, snapped their plastic necks.
The children fled
Whose books (and all they ever learned) I burned.
Your dreams are dead,
So bloat your empty hours with empty sex.
The dragons I have killed cannot come back.

I proved the unicorns did not exist.
I made them die.
And when the last of them had choked I joked
To see you cry.
That was the last time I was ever kissed.
My heart is dried and infamous and black.

Stone dragons guard the seething gates of Dis.
I'm sorry now,
And all the lonely souls in Hell can't tell
Or measure how:
For cold and grey and stone are all that is.

My heart is dried and infamous and black.
The dragons I have killed cannot come back.