Each stick each stone can surely break your bone
But child with flimsy armor cannot protect
Her fragile youthful spirit from spoken tone
His sacrifice, the dragon will collect.
He turns his head and beady eyes are fierce
The flames shoot forth as daggers taking aim
The little ego permanently pierced
And in its place, a reservoir of shame.
He slinks and slithers and lurks, to her unseen
'Til pouncing unexpectedly arrives
Then chaos reigns as closing darkness screams
Words calmly hissed through double razor knives.
Yet there comes a time when even monsters die
And though words haunt, I let sleeping dragons lie.