Dawn & Dusk

Two dragons reside
In the pit of my stomach
Their roars echo
In the walls of my gullet

One is coal-black
With glimmering red eyes
Who blasts its bitterness
In my brooding skies

The other is of emerald
A deep merciless green
Writhing in jealousy
At all that it sees

Sometimes they wrestle
Sometimes they dance
Sometimes they trample
On my poor beating heart

So I went down
To tend to their cries
To heal their wounds
And their fires began to subside

And as they cooled
They became pure white
Becoming the passion
That drives my life